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I. Down the Rabbit-Hole . „ ., 

II. Thi: Pool of Tears . . o . . , 

m. A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale 

lY. The Rabbit sends in a Little Bill 

Y. Advice from a Caterpillar . , 

VI. Pia AND Pepper , . . o . . o , 

VII. A Mad Tea-Party ....,., 

VTII. The Queen's Croquet-Ground , . 

IX. The Mock Turtle's Story o . . . 

X. The Lobster Quadrille . . . . . 

XI. Who Stole the Tarts? . . . . . 

XH. Alice's Evidence 


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All in tlie golden afternoon 

Full leisurely we glide , 
For both our oars, with little skill. 

By little arms are plied, 
While little hands make vain pretence 

Our \\ mderino^s to c-uideo 

Ah, cruel Three ! In such an hour, 
Beneath such dreamy weather, 

To beg a tale, of breath too weak 
To stir the tiniest feather ! 

Yet what can one poor voice avail 
Against three tongues together? 

Imperious Prima flashes forth 
Her edict to "begin it" — 

In gentler tone Secunda hopes 
"There will be nonsense _n it" 

While Tertia interrupts the talc 
Not more than once a minute. 

Anon, to sudden silence won. 

In fancy they pursue 
The dream-child movms^ throus^h a land 

Of wonders wild and new, 
In friendly chat with bird or beast — 

And half believe it true. 

And ever, as the story drained 

The wells of fancy dry, 
And faintly strove that weary one 

To put the subject by, 
" The rest next time — " " It is next time I 

The happy voices cry. 

Thus o:rew the tale of Wonderland : 

Thus slowly, one by one, 
Its quaint events were hammered out^ 

And now the tale is done. 
And home we steer, a merry crew, 

Beneath the setting sun. 

Alice ! a childish story take, 

And with a gentle hand 
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined 

In Memory's mystic band, 
Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers 

Plucked in a far-off land. 



Alice was beginning to get very tired of 
sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having 
nothing to do : once or twice she had peeped into 
the book her sister was reading, but it had no 
pictures or conversations in it^ ^"^and what is 


the use of a book," thought Ahce, ^'without 
pictures or conversations ? " 

So she was considering in her own mind, 
(as well as she could, for the hot day made 
her feel very sleepy and stupid,) whether the 
pleasure of making a daisy - chain would be 
worth the trouble of getting up and picking 
the daisies, when suddenly a white rabbit with 
pink eyes ran close by her. 

There was nothing so very remarkable in 
that; nor did Alice think it so very much out 
of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 
"Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" 
(when she thought it over afterwards, it oc- 
curred to her that she ought to have wondered 
at this, but at the time it all seemed quite 
natural) ; but when the Rabbit actually took a 
watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at 
it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her 
feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had 
never before seen a rabbit with either a waist- 
coat-pocket or a watch to take out of it, and, 


burning with curiosity, she ran across the field 
after it, and was just in time to see it pop down 
a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. 

In another moment down went Ahce after itj 
never once considering how in the world she 
was to get out again. 

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tun- 
nel for some way, and then dipped suddenly 
down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment 
to think about stopping herself before sue found 
herself falling down what seemed to be a very 
deep well. 

Either the well was very deep, or she fell 
very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she 
went down to look about her, and to wonder 
what was going to happen next. First, she tried 
to look down and make out what she was com- 
ing to, but it was too dark to see anything : 
then she looked at the sides of the well, and 
noticed that they were filled with cupboards 
and bookshelves : here and there she saw maps 
and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down 


a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it 
was labelled " OEAIS^GE MAEMALADE," but 
to her great disappointment it was empty: she 
did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing 
somebody underneath, so managed to put it into 
one of the cupboards as she fell past it. 

" Well ! " thought Alice to herself, " after such 
a fill as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling 
down stairs! How brave they'll all think me 
at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about 
it, even if I fell off the top of the house ! " 
(Which was very likely true.) 

Down, down, down. Would the fall never 
come to an end? "I wonder how many milee 
I've fallen by this time ? " she said aloud. '^ I 
must be getting somewhere near the centre of 
the earth. Let me see : that Avould be four 
thousand miles down, I think — " (for, you see. 
Alice had learnt several things of this sort in 
her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this 
was not a very good opportunity for showing off 
her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to 


her, still it was good practice to say it over) 
^^ — y^Sj tliat's about the right distance — - but 
then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've 
got to ? '' (Alice had not the slightest idea 
what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but she 
thought they were nice grand words to say,) 

Presently she began again. " I wondei* if I 
shall fall right tlirougli the earth! How funny 
it'll seem to come out among the people that 
walk with their heads downwards! The Anti- 
pathies, I think — " (she w^as rather glad there 
was no one listening this time, as it didn't sound 
at all the right word) " — but I shall have to 
ask them what the name of the country is, you 
know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand 
or Australia ? " (and she tried to curtsy as 
she spoke — fancy curtsying as you're falling 
through the air! Do you think you could man- 
age it ?) " And what an ignorant little girl 
she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do 
to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up some- 


Down, down, down. There was nothing else to 
do, so Alice soon began talking again. " Dinah'll 
miss me very much to-night, I should think I " 
(Dinah w^as the cat.) " I hope they'll remember 
her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah, my dear! 
I wish you wei*e down here with me ! There 
are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you 
might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, 
you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder ? " 
And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and 
went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of 
way, "Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?" 
and sometimes, " Do bats eat cats ? " for, you 
see, as she couldn't answer either question, it 
didn't much matter which way she put it. She 
felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun 
to dream that she was walking hand in hand 
mth Dinah, and was saying to her very ear- 
nestly, "]N^ow, Dinah, tell me the truth: did 
you ever eat a bat ? " w hen suddenly, thump ! 
thump ! down she came upon a heap of sticks 
and dry leaves, and the fall was over. 


Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up 
on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but 
it was all dark overhead; before her was an- 
other long passage, and the White Rabbit was 
still in sight, hurrying down it. There was 
not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like 
the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as 
it turned a corner, ^^ Oh my ears and whiskers, 
how late it's getting ! " She was close behind 
it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit 
was no longer to be seen: she found herself in 
a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row^ of 
lamps hanging from the roof. 

There Avere doors all round the hall, but they 
were all locked, and when Alice had been all 
the way down one side and up the other, trying 
every door, she walked sadly down the middle, 
wondering how she was ever to get out again. 

Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged 
table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing 
on it but a tiny golden key, and Alice's first 
idea was that this might belong to one of the 


doors of the hall ; but alas ! either the locks 
were too large, or the key was too small, but 
at auy rate it would not open any of themo 
However, on the second time round, she came 

upon a low 
curtain she had 
not noticed be- 
fore, and be- 
hind it was 
a little door 



she tried the 
little golden 
key in the 
lock, and to her great delight it fitted ! 

Alice opened the door and found that it led 
into a small passage, not much larger than a 
rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the 
passage into the loveliest garden you ever saWo 
How she longed to get out of that dark hall, 
and wander about among those beds of bright 


flowers and those cool fountains, but she could 
not even get her head through the doorway; 
"and even if my head would go through," 
thought poor Alice, " it would be of very little 
use without my shouldei's. Oh, how I wish I 
could shut up like a telescope ! I think I could, 
if I only knew how to begin." For, yon see, so 
many out-of-the-way things had happened lately 
that Alice had begun to think that very few 
things indeed were really impossible. 

There seemed to be no use in Avaiting by 
the little door, so she went back to the table, 
half hoping she might find another key on it, 
or at any rate a book of rules for shutting 
people up like telescopes : this time she found 
a little bottle on it, (" which certainly was not 
here before," said Alice,) and tied round the 
neck of the bottle was a paper label Avith the 
words "DEINK ME" beautifully printed on 
:t in large letters. 

It was all very well to say " Drink me," but 
the v/ise little Alice was not going to do that 



in a hurry : ^^ no, I'll look first," she said, " and 

see Avh ether it's 
marked ^ poison^ 
or not:" for she 
had read several 
nice little stories 
about children who 
had got burnt, and 
eaten up by wild 
beasts, and other 
unpleasant things, 
all because they 
would not remem- 
ber the simple rales 
their friends had taught them, such as, that a 
red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too 
long; and that if j^ou cut your finger ^*ery deeply 
with a knife, it usually bleeds ; and she had never 
forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle 
marked "poison," it is almost certain to dis- 
agree with you, sooner or later. 

However, this bottle was not marked " poison/' 


SO Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it 

very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed 

flavor of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast 

turkey, to&y, and hot buttered toast,) she very 

soon finished it ofi. 

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" "What a curious feeling ! " said Alice, ^^ I 
must be shutting up like a telescope." 

And so it was indeed: she was now only 
ten inches high, and her face brightened up 
at the thought that she was now the right 
size for going through the little door into that 
lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a 
few minutes to see if she was going to shrink 
any further : she felt a little nervous about 
this, "for it might end, you know," said Alice 
to herself, " in my going out altogether, like a 
candle. I wonder what I should be like then?" 
And she tried to fancy what the flame of a 
candle looks like after the candle is blown out^ 


for she could not remember ever having seen 
such a thing-. 

After a while, finding that nothing more 
happened, she decided on going into the garden 
at once, but, alas for poor Alice ! when she got 
to the door, she found she had forgotten the 
little golden key, and when she went back to 
the table for it, she found she could not possibly 
reach it: she could see it quite plainly through 
the glass, and she tried her best to climb up 
one of the legs of the table, but it was too 
slippery, and when she had tired herself out 
with trying, the poor little thing sat down 
and cried. 

" Come, there's no use in crying like that!" 
said Alice to herself, rather sharply, "I advise 
you to leave off this minute ! " She generally 
gave herself very good advice, (though she 
very seldom followed it,) and sometimes she 
scolded herself so severely as to bring tears 
into her eyes, and once she remembered trying 
to box her own ears for having cheated herself 


in a game of croquet she was playing against 
herself, for this curious child was very fond of 
pretending to be two people. " But it's no use 
now," thought poor Alice, " to pretend to be two 
people! Why, there's hardly enough of me left 
to make one respectable person!" 

Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that 
was lying under the table: she opened it, and 
found in it a very small cake, on which the 
Avords " EAT ME " were Deaatifully marked in 
currants. "Well, I'll eat it," said Alice, "and 
if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; 
and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep 
under the door; so either way I'll get into the 
garden, and I don't care which happens ! " 

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to 
herself " Which way? Which way? " holding her 
hand on the top of her head to feel which way 
it was growing, and she was quite surprised 
to find that she remained the same size: to be 
sure, this is what generally happens when one 
eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the 


way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-wav 

things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and 

stupid for life to go on in the common way. 

So she set to work, and very soon finished 

off the cake. 

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^^ Curiouser and cu- 
riouser! " cried Alice 
(she was so much sur- 
prised, that for the 
moment she quite for- 
got how to speak good 
Enghsh) ; ^^ now I'm 
opening out hke the 
largest telescope that 
ever w^as ! Good-bye, 
feet ! " (for when she 
looked down at her 
feet, they seemed to 
be almost out of sight, 
they were getting so 
far off) ^^ Oh, my poor 
little feet, I wonder 


who will put on your shoes and stocldngs for 
you now, dears? I'm sure I shan't be able! 1 
shall be a great deal too. flir off to trouble my= 
self about you : you must manage the best way 
you can; — but I must be kmd to them," thought 
Alice, " or perhaps they won't walk the way I 
want to go ! Let me see : I'll give them a new 
pair of boots every Christmas." 

And she went on planning to herself how she 
would manage it. " They must go by the car- 
rier," she thought; "and how funny it'll seem, 
sending presents to one's own feet ! And how 
odd the directions will look! 

Alice's Right Foot^ Esq.^ 

near the Fender, 

Qtvith Alice's love.^ 

Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!" 

Just at this moment her head struck against the 
roof of the hall: in fact she was now rather more 
than nine feet high, and she at once took up the 
little golden key and hurried off to the garden door. 


Poor Alice ! It was as much as she could do, 
lying down on one side, to look through into 
the garden with one eye; but to get through 
was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and 
began to cry again. 

" You ought to be ashamed of yourself/^ said 
Alice, ^^ a great girl like you," (she might well 
say this,) " to go on crying in this way ! Stop 
this moment, I tell you! " But she went on all 
the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there 
Avas a large pool all round her, about four inches 
deep and reaching half down the hall. 

After a time she heard a little pattering of 
feet in the distance, and she hastily dried her 
eyes to see what Avas coming. It Avas the White 
Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, w^ith a pair 
of Avdiite kid gloA^es in one hand and a large 
fan in the other : he came trotting along in a 
great huriy, muttering to himself as he came^ 
^"^ Oh ! the Duchess, the Duchess ! Oh ! won't she 
be saA^age if I've kept her Avaiting ! " Alice 
felt so desperate that she was ready to ask help 



of any one; so, when the Kabbit came near her, 
she began, in a low, timid voice, " If you please, 

sir " The Rabbit started violently, dropped 

the white kid gloves and the fan, and skui'ried 
away into the darkness as hard as he could go. 


Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the 
hall was very hot, she kept fanning herself all 
the time she went on talking: "Dear, dear! 
How queer everything is to-day! And yester° 
day things went on just as usual. I wonder if 
I've been changed in the night? Let me think: 
was I the same when I got up this morning? 
I almost think I can remember feeling a little 
different. But if I'm not the same, the next 
question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that^s 
the great puzzle ! " And she began thinking 
over all the children she knew, that were of 
the same age as herself, to see if she could 
have been changed for any of them. 

"I'm sure I'm not Ada,*' she said, "for her 
hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn't 
go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I can't be 
Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, 
oh! she knows such a very little! Besides, she's 
she, and Fm I, and — oh dear, how puzzling it 
all is! I'll try if I know all the things I used 
to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, 


and four times six is thirteen, and four times 
seven is — oh dear ! I shall never get to twenty 
at that rate! However, the Multiplication Table 
don't signify: let's try Geography. London is 
the capital of Paris, and Paris is the ca2)ital of 
Rome, and Rome — no, tliafs all wrong, Pm 
certain! I must have been changed for Mabel! 
I'll try and say ^ How doth the little — ' " and she 
crossed her hands on her lap, as if she were 
saying lessons, and began to repeat it, but her 
voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words 
did not come the same as they used to do : — 

^Ho2v d'jth the little crocodile 
Improve his shining tail, 

And pour the ^voters of the Nile 
On every golden scale ! 

How cheerfully he seems to grin, 
How neatly spreads his claws, 
And welcomes little fishes in 
With gently smiling jaws I " 


" I'm sure those are not the right words," 
saiu poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears 
again as she went on, " I must be Mabel after 
all, and I shall have to go and live in that 
poky little house, and have next to no toys to 
play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to 
learn! ]^o, IVe made up my mind about it: 
if I'm Mabel, I'll stay down here! It'll be no 
use their putting their heads down and saying, 
^Come np again, dear!' I shall only look up 
and say, ^Who am I, then? Tell me that first, 
and then, if I like being that person, I'll come 
np: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm some- 
body else' — but, oh dear!" cried Alice with a 
sudden burst of tears, "I do wish they ivould 
pnt their heads down! I am so very tired of 
being all alone here!" 

As sh3 said this, she looked down at her 
hands, and was surprised to see that she had 
put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves 
while she was talking. " How ccm I have done 
that ^ " she thought. " I must be growing small 

22 THE FOOi^ 

again." She got up and went to the table to 
measure herself by it, and found that, as nearly 
as she could guess, she was now about two feet 
high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: she 
soon found out that the cause of this was the 
fan she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, 
just in time to save herself from shrinking away 

" That was a narrow escape ! " said Alice, a 
good deal frightened at the sudden change, but 
very glad to find herself still in existence; " and 
now for the garden ! " and she ran with all 
speed back to the little door: but alas! the 
little door was shut again, and the little golden 
key was lying on the glass table as before, " and 
things are woi-se than ever," thought the poor 
child, ^^for I never was so small as this before, 
never ! And I declare it's too bad, that it is ! " 

As she said these words her foot slijDped, 
and in another moment, splash! she was up to 
her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that 
she had somehow fallen into the sea, " and in 


that case I can go back by railway," she said 
',0 herself. (x\lice had been to the seaside once 
in her hfe, and had come to the general con- 
clnsion, that wherever you go to on the English 
coast you find a number of bathing machines 
in the sea, some children digging in the sand 
with wooden spades, then a row of lodging 
houses, and behind them a railwaj^ station.) 
However she soon made out that she was in 
the pool of tears which she had wept when she 
was nine feet high. 

" I Avish I hadn't cried so much ! " said Alice, 
as she swam about, trying to find her way out. 


" I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by 
being drowned in my own tears ! That icill be 
a queer thing, to be sure ! However, everything 
is queer to-da3\" 

Just then she heard something splashing 
about in the pool a little way oiF, and she swam 
nearer to make out what it was : at first she 
thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, 
but then she remembered how small she was 
now, and she soon made out that it was only 
a mouse, that had slipped in like herself. 

"Would it be of any use, now," thought 
Alice, " to speak to this mouse ? Everything is 
so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think 
very likely it can talk: at any rate there's no 
harm in trying." So she began: " O Mouse, 
do you know the way out of this pool? I am 
very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse ! " 
(Alice thought this must be the right way of 
speaking to a mouse: she had never done such 
a thing before, but she remembered having seen 
in her brother's Latin Grammar, "A mouse — - 


of a mouse — to a mouse — a mouse — O mouse ! ") 
The Mouse looked at her rather inquisitively, 
and seemed to her to wink with one of its little 
eyes, but it said nothing. 

" Perhaps it doesn't understand English," 
thought Alice ; " I daresay it's a French mouse, 
come over with William the Conqueror." (For, 
with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no 
very clear notion how long ago anything liad 
happened.) So she began again: " Ou est ma 
chatte?" which was the first sentence in her 
French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden 
leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver 
all over with fright. " Oh, I beg your pardon ! " 
cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the 
poor animal's feelings " I quite forgot you 
didn't like cats." 

" ]N'ot like cats ! " cried the Mouse, in a shrill, 
passionate voice. " Would you like cats if you 
were me?" 

" Well, perhaps not," said Alice in a sooth- 
ing tone: ^^ don't be angry about it. And jqX 



I wish I could show you our cat Dinah : I 
think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could 
only see her. She is such a dear quiet thing,'' 
Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily 

about in the pool, " and she sits purring so 
nicely by the fire, licking her paws and wash- 
ing her face — and she is such a nice soft thing 
to nurse — and she's such a capital one for catch- 
ing mice oh, I beg your pardon ! " cried Alice 

again, for this time the Mouse was bristling 
all over, and she felt certain it must be really 


offended. "We won't talk about her any more 
if yoa'd rather not." 

""We, indeed!" cried the Mouse, who was 
trembhng down to the end of his tail. "As if 
/ would talk on such a subject! Our family 
always hated cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! 
Don't let me hear the name again ! " 

" I won't indeed ! " said Alice, in a great 
hurry to change the subject of conversation. 
"Are you — are you fond — of — of dogs?" The 
mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly : 
"There is such a nice little dog near our house 
I should like to show you! A little bright- 
eyed terrier, you know, with oh! such long 
curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when 
you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for 
its dinner, and all soi'ts of things — I can't re- 
member half of them — and it belongs to a 
farmer, you know, and he says it's so useful, 
it's worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills 
all the rats and — oh dear ! " cried Alice in a 
sorrowful tone. "I'm afraid I've offended it 


again!" For the Mouse was swimming away 
from her as hard as it conld go, and making 
quite a connnotion in the pool as it w^ent. 

So she called softly after it: "Monse dear! 
Do come back again, and we won't talk about 
cats or dogs either, if you don't like them!" 
When the Mouse heard this, it turned round 
and swam slowly back to her: its face was 
quite pale (with passion, Alice thought), and 
it said in a low, trembling voice, "Let us get 
to the shore, and then I'll tell you my history, 
and you'll understand why it is I hate cats 
and dogs," 

It was high time to go, for the pool was 
getting quite crowded with the birds and ani- 
mals that had fallen into it: there was a Duck 
and a Dodo, a Lory and an Eaglet, and several 
other curious creatures. Alice led the way, 
and the whole party swam to the shore. 



They were indeed a queer-looking party that 
assembled on the bank — -the birds with draggled 
feathers, the animals with their fur clinging close 
to them, and all dripping wet, cross, and uncom- 

The first question of course was, how to get 
dry again: they had a consultation about this, 


and after a few minutes it seemed quite natural 
to Alice to find herself talking familiarly with 
them, as if she had known them all her life. 
Indeed, she had quite a long argument with 
the Lory, who at last turned sulky, and would 
only say, " I am older than you, and must know 
better; " and this Alice would not allow, with- 
out knowing how old it was, and as the Lory 
positively refused to tell its age, there was no 
more to be said. 

At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a per- 
son of some authority among them, called out, 
^•^Sit down, all of you, and listen to me! Fll 
soon make you dry enough ! " They all sat 
down at once, in a large ring, with the Mouse 
in the middle. Alice kept her eyes anxiously 
fixed on it, for she felt sure she would catch a 
bad cold if she did not get dry very soon. 

"Ahem!" said the Mouse with an important 
air, "are you all ready? This is the driest thing 
I know. Silence all round, if you please ! 
^William the Conqueror, whose cause was 


favoured by the pope, was soon submitted to 
by the English, who wanted leaders, and had 
been of late much accustomed to usurpation and 
conquest. Edwin and Morcar, the earls of Mer« 
eia and ^orthumbria — '" 

" Ugh ! " said the Lory, with a shiver. 

"I beg your pardon? " said the Mouse, frown- 
ing, but very politely: " Did you speak? " 

"KotI!" said the Lory, hastily. 

"I thought you did," said the Mouse, — ^^ I 
proceed. ^ Edwin and Morcar, the earls of Mer- 
cia and ]N^orthumbria, declared for him; and 
even Stigand, the patriotic archbishop of Can- 
terbury, found it advisable — ' " 

"Found what?'' said the Duck. 

"Found ^Y," the Mouse replied rather crossly: 
"of course you know what 4t' means." 

"I know what ^it' means well enough when 
J find a thing," said the Duck: "it's generally 
a frog or a worm. The question is, what did 
the archbishop find?" 

The Mouse did not notice this question, but 


hurriedly went on, " ^ — found it advisable to go 
with Edgar Atheling to meet William and offer 
him tlie crown. William's conduct at first was 
modei-ate. But the insolence of his ^I^ormans — ' 
How are you getting on now, my dear?" it con- 
tinued, turning to Alice as it spoke. 

" As wet as ever," said Alice in a melancholy 
tone : " it doesn't seem to dry me at all." 

" In that case," said the Dodo solemnly, rising 
to its feet, ^^ I move that the meeting adjourn, 
for the immediate adoption of more energetic 
remedies — " 

"Speak English!" said the Eaglet. "I don't 
know the meaning of half those long words, and 
what's more, I don't believe you do either ! " 
And the Eaglet bent down its head to hide a 
smile: some of the other birds tittered audibly. 

" What I was going to say," said the Dodo in 
an offended tone, "was, that the best thing to 
get us dry would be a Caucus-race." 

"What is a Caucus-race?" said Alice; not 
that she much wanted to know, but the Dode 


had paused as if it thought that somebody ought 
to speak, and no one else seemed inclined to say 

"Why," said the Dodo, "the best way to 
explain it is to do it." (And as you might like 
to try the thing yourself, some winter day, I 
will tell you how the Dodo managed it.) 

First it marked out a race-course, in a sort 
of circle, ("the exact shape doesn't matter," it 
said,) and then all the party were placed along 
the course, here and there. There was no " One, 
two, three, and away," but they began running 
when they liked, and left off when they liked, so 
that it was not easy to know when the race was 
over. However, when they had been running 
half-an-hour or so, and were quite dry again, the 
Dodo suddenly called out, " The race is over ! " 
and they all crowded round it, panting, and ask- 
ing, " But who has won? " 

This question the Dodo could not answer 

without a great deal of thought, and it sat for 

a long time with one finger pressed upon its 



forehead, (the position in which you usually see 
Shakespeare, in the pictures of him,) while the 
rest waited in silence. At last the Dodo said, 
" Everyhody has won, and all must have prizes." 

" But w4io is to give the prizes ? " quite a 
chorus of voices asked. 

"Why, slie^ of course," said the Dodo, point- 
ing to Alice with one finger; and the whole 
party at once ci-owded round her, calling out in 
a confused w^ay, " Prizes ! Prizes ! " 

Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair- 
she put her hand into her pocket, and pulled out 
a box of comfits, (luckily the salt water had not 
got into it,) and handed them round as prizes. 
There was exactly one a-piece, all round. 

" But she must have a prize herself, you 
know," said the Mouse. 

" Of course," the Dodo replied very gravely. 
^^What else have you got in your pocket?" he 
went on, turning to Alice. 

" Only a thimble," said Alice sadly. 

"Hand it over here," said the Dodoo 



Then they all crowded round her once more, 
while the Dodo solemnly presented the thimble, 
saying, " We beg your acceptance of this elegant 
thimble ; " and, when it had finished this short 
speech, they all cheered. 


Alice thought th3 whole thing very absurd, 
but they all looked so grave that she did not 
dare to laugh, and as she could not think of 
anything to say, she simply bowed, and took the 
thimble, looking as solemn as she could. 

The next thing was to eat the comfits: this 
caused some noise and confusion, as the large 
birds complained that they could not taste theirs, 
and the small ones choked and had to be patted 
on the back. However it was over at last, and 
they sat down again in a ring, and begged the 
Mouse to tell them something more. 

"You promised to tell me your history, you 
know," said Alice, " and why it is you hate — C 
and D," she added in a whisper, half afraid that 
it would be offended again. 

" Mine is a long and a sad tale ! " said the 
Mouse, turning to Ahce, and sighing. 

'' It is a long tail, certainly," said Alice, look- 
ing down with wonder at the Mouse's tail; 
" but why do you call it sad ? " And she kept on 
puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, 


SO that her idea of the tale was somethhig like 

this: "Fury said to 

a mouse, Tliat 
he met 
ill the 
' Let us 
both go 
to law : 
/ will 
you. — 
Come, I'll 
take no 
denial ; 

We must 

have a 
trial : 

to do/ 
Said the 
mouse to 
the cur, 
'Such a 
dear sir, 
"With no 
,iury or 
would be 

our breath.' 
'Ill be 
I'll be 
„ jury,' 

old Fury; 
'III try 

the whole 



" You are not attending ! " said the Mouse 
to Alice, severely. " What are you thinking of? " 

^^ I beg your pardon," said Alice very humbly i 
" you had got to the fifth bend, I think ? " 

"I had not!''^ cried the Mouse, sharply and 
very angrily. 

"A knot!" said Alice, always ready to make 
herself useful, and looking anxiously about her. 
"^^ Oh, do let me help to undo it ! " 

"I shall do nothing of the sort," said the 
Mouse, getting up and walking away. ^^You 
insult me by talking such nonsense ! " 

"I didn't mean it!" pleaded poor Alice. 
'But you're so easily offended, you know!" 

The Mouse only growled in reply. 

" Please come back, and finish your story ! " 
Alice called after it; and the others all joined 
in chorus, " Yes, please do ! " but the Mouse 
only shook its head impatiently, and walked 
a little quicker. 

" What a pity it w^ouldn't stay ! " sighed 
the Lory, as soon as it was quite out of sight; 


and an old crab took the opportunity of saying 
to her daughter, "Ah, my dear! Let this be 
a lesson to you never to lose yoitr temper!'^ 
*^^ Hold your tongue. Ma!" said the young crab, 
a little snappishly. " You're enough to try the 
patience of an oyster ! " 

" I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I 
do ! " said Alice aloud, addressing nobody in 
particular. " She'd soon fetch it back ! " 

"And who is Dinah, if I might venture to 
ask the question?" said the Lory. 

Alice replied eagerly, for she was always 
ready to talk about her pet. "Dinah's our 
cat. And she's such a capital one for catching 
mice, you can't think! And oh, I wish you 
could see her after the birds ! Why, she'll eat 
a little bird as soon as look at it!" 

This speech caused a remarkable sensation 
among the party. Some of the birds hurried 
off at once: one old magpie began wrapping 
itself up very carefully, remarking, "I really 
must be getting home; the night-air doesn't 


suit my throat ! " and a canary called out in a 
trembling voice to its children, -^ Come away, my 
dears! It's high time you were all in bed! " On 
various pretexts they all moved off, and Alice 
was soon left alone. 

" I wish I hadn't mentioned Dinah ! " she 
said to herself in a melancholy tone. " Nobody 
seems to like her, down here, and I'm sure she's 
the best cat in the world ! Oh, my dear Dinah ! 
I wonder if I shall ever see you any more ! " 
And here poor Alice began to cry again, for she 
felt very lonely and low-spirited. In a little 
while, however, she again heard a little patter- 
ing of footsteps in the distance, and she looked 
up eagerly, half hoping that the Mouse had 
changed his mind, and was coming back to 
finish his story. 



It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly 
back again, and looking anxiously about as it 
went, as if it had lost something; and she heard 
it muttering to itself, "The Duchess! The 
Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and 
whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as 
ferrets are ferrets! Where can I have dropped 
them, I wonder!" Alice guessed in a moment 
that it was looking for the fan and the pair 
of white kid gloves, and she very goodnaturedly 
began hunting about for them, but they were 
nowhere to be seen — everything seemed to have 


changed since her swhn in the pool, and the 
great hall, with the glass table and the little 
door, had vanished completely. 

Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she 
went hunting about, and called out to her in an 
angry tone, ^^Why, Mary Ann, what are you 
doing out here? Run home this moiiient, and 
fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan! Quick, 
now ! " And Alice was so much frightened that 
she ran off at once in the direction it pointed 
to, Avithout trying to explain the mistake that 
it had made. 

" He took me for his housemaid," she said to 
herself as she ran. ^'How surprised he'll be 
when he finds out who I am! But I'd better 
take himx his fan and gloves — that is, if I can 
find them." As she said this, she came upon 
a neat little house, on the door of which was a 
bright brass plate with the name '^ W. EABBIT," 
engraved upon it. She went in without knock- 
ing, and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest 
she should meet the real Mary Ann, and be 


turned out of the house before she had found 
the fan and gloves. 

" How queer it seems," Alice said to herself^ 
^^ to be going messages for a rabbit ! I suppose 
Dinah'll be sending me on messages next I " 
And she began fancying the sort of thing that 
would happen : " ^ Miss Alice ! Come here di- 
rectly, and get ready for your walk! ' ^ Coming 
in a minute, nurse! But I've got to watch this 
mousehole till Dinah comes back, and see that 
the mouse doesn't get out.' Only I don't think," 
Alice went on, ^Hhat they'd let Dinah stop in 
the house if it began ordering people about like 
that ! " 

By this time she had found her way into 
a tidy little room with a table in the window, 
and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or 
three pairs of tiny Avhite kid gloves: she took 
up the fan and a pair of the gloves, and was 
just going to leave the room, when her eye fell 
upon a little bottle that stood near the looking- 
glass. There was no label this time with the 


words " DKINK ME," but nevertheless she nn- 
corked it and put it to her Ups. "I know 
something interesting is sure to happen," she 
said to herself, "whenever I eat or drink any- 
thing; so I'll just see what this bottle does. 
I do hope it'll make me grow large again, for 
really I'm quite tired of being such a tiny 
little thing!" 

It did so indeed, and much sooner than she 
had expected: before she had drunk half the 
bottle, she found her head pressing against the 
ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from 
being broken. She hastily put down the bottle, 
saying to herself, " That's quite enough — I hope 
I shan't grow any more — As it is, I can't get 
out at the door — I do wish I hadn't drunk 
quite so much! " 

Alas ! It was too late to wish that ! She 
went on growing and growing, and very soon 
had to kneel down on the floor : in another 
minute there was not even room for this, and 
she tried the effect of lying down, with one 



elbow against the door, and the other arm curled 
ronnd her head. Still she went on growing, 
and, as a last resource, she put one arm out of 
the window, and one foot up the chimney, and 
said to herself, " N"ow I can do no more, what- 
ever happens. What will become of me?" 

Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had 
now had its full effect, and she grew no larger: 
still it was very nncomfortable, and, as there 
seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever 


getting out of the room again, no wonder she 
felt unhappy. 

^^It was much pleasanter at home," thought 
poor AUce, "when one Avasn't always growing 
larger and smaller, and being ordered about by 
mice and rabbits. I almost wash I hadn't gone 
down that rabbit-hole — and yet — and yet — it's 
rather curious, you know, this sort of life ! I 
do w^onder what can have happened to me ! 
When I used to read faiiy-tales, I fancied that 
kind of thing never happened, and now here I 
am in the middle of one! There ought to be 
a book written about me, that there ought ! 
And when I grow up, I'll write one — but I'm 
grown up now," she added in a sorrowful tone, 
•^ at least there's no room to grow up any more 

"But then," thought Alice, "shall I never 
get any older than I am now? That'll be a 
comfort, one way — never to be an old woman 
— -but then — always to have lessons to learn! 
Oh, I shouldn't like that!'' 


" Oh, you foolish AUce ! " she answered her- 
self. " How can you learn lessons in here ? 
Why, there's hardlj^ room foi* you, and no rooii: 
at all for any lesson-books ! " 

And so she went on, taking first one side and 
then the other, and making quite a conversation 
of it altogether, but after a few minutes she 
heard a voice outside, and stopjDed to listen. 

" Mary Ann ! Mary Ann ! " said the voice, 
" fetch me my gloves this moment ! " Then came 
a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice 
knew it was the Rabbit coming to look for her, 
and she trembled till she shook the house, quite 
forgetting that she was now about a thousand 
times as large as the Rabbit, and had no reason 
to be afraid of it. 

Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, 
and triad to open it, but as the door opened 
inwards, and Alice's elbow was j^ressed hard 
against it, that attempt proved a failure. AHce 
heard it say to itself, " Then PU go round and 
get in at the window." 



" That yon won't 1 " thonght Alice, and, after 
waiting till she fancied she heard the Rabbit 
just under the window, she suddenly spread 

out her hand, and 
made a snatch in the 
air. She did not get 
hold of anything, but 
she heard a little 
shriek and a fall, 
and a crash of bro- 
ken glass, from which 
she concluded that 
>/'X it was just possible 
it had fallen into a 
cucumber- frame, or 
something of the sort. 
Ifext came an angry voice — the E-abbit's — 
^^Pat! Pat! "Where are you?" And then a 
Toice she had never heard before, " Sure then 
Pm here! Digging for apples, yer honour!" 

^^ Digging for apples, indeed ! " said the 
RabMt angrily, ^'Here! Come and help me 


out of tills P^ (Sounds of more broken glass.) 
"Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window?" 
"Sure, it's an arm, yer honor!" (He pro- 
nounced it " ari'um.") 

"An arm, you goose! "Who ever saw one 
that size? Why, it fills the whole window!" 

"Sure, it does, yer honor: but it's an arm 
for all that," 

"Well, it's got no business there, at any rate: 
go and tak<,' it away! " 

There avis a long silence after this, and Alice 
could only hear whispers now and then, such 
as, " Sure, I don't like it, yer honor, at all at 
all!" "Do as I tell you, you coward!" and at 
last she spread out her hand again and made 
another e natch in the air. This time thei-e were 
tn^o little shrieks, and more sounds of broken 
glass. " What a number of cucumber frames 
there must be ! " thought Alice. " I wonder 
what they'll do next! As for pulling me out 
of the window, I only wish they could! I'm 
sure / don't want to stay in here any longer 1" 



She waited for some time without hearing 
anything more: at last came a rumbling of 
little cart-wheels, and the sound of a good many 
voices all talking together: she made out the 
words, ■'^Where's the other ladder? — Why, 1 
hadn't to bring but one: Bilfs got the other — 
Bill I fetch it here, lad ! — Here, put 'em up at 
this corner — Xo, tie 'em together first — they 
don't reach half high enough yet — Oh! they'll 
do well enough; don't be particular — Here, 
Bill! catch hold of this rope — Will the roof 
bear? — Mind that loose slate — Oh, it's coming 
down! Heads below!" (a loud crash) — "^ow, 
who did that? — It Avas Bill, I fancy — Who's 
to go down the chimney? — ^ay, / shan't! 
Ton do itl — That I won't then! — Bill's got 
to go down — Here, Bill! the master says you've 
got to go down the chimney ! " 

^^Oh, so Bill's got to come down the chim= 
ney, has he?" said Alice to herself "Why^ 
they seem to put everything upon Bill! I 
wouldn't be in Bill's place for a good deal: 



this fireplace is narrow, 
to be sure, but I thinh 
I can kick a little!" 

She drew her foot as 
far down the chimney as 
she could, and waited till 
she heard a little animal 
(she couldn't guess of 
what sort it w\as) scratch- 
ing and scrambling about 
in the chimney close above 
her: then, saying to her- 
self, ^^'This is Bill," she 
gave one sharp kick, and 
waited to see what would 
happen next. 

The first thing she 
heard was a general 
chorus of " There goes 
Bill!" then the Rabbit's 
voice alone, " Catch him, 
you by the hedo-e! " then 


silence, and then another confusion of voices—- 
^^Hold up his head — Brandy now — Don't choke 
bim — How was it, old feUow? What happened 
to you? Tell us all about it! " 

Last came a little feeble squeaking voice, 
(" That's Bill," thought Alice,) " Well, I hardly 
know — lito more, thank'ye, I'm better now^ 
but I'm a deal too flustered to tell you — all 
I know is, something comes at me like a Jack- 
in-the-box, and up I goes like a sky-rocket ! " 

" So you did, old fellow ! " said the others. 

" We must burn the house down ! " said the 
Rabbit's voice, and Alice called out as loud as 
she could, " If you do, I'll set Dinah at you ! '^ 

There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice 
thought to herself, "I w^onder what they loill 
do next! If they had any sense, they'd take 
the roof off." After a minute or two they 
_^gan moving about again, and Alice heard the 
Rabbit say, "A barrowful will do, to begin with.''' 

'^A barrowful of ivJiat?^^ thought Ahce; but 
she had not long to doubt, for the next moment 


a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at 
the window, and some of them hit her in the 
face. " I'll put a stop to this," she said to herself, 
and shouted out, "You'd better not do that 
again ! " which produced another dead silence. 

Alice noticed with some surprise that the 
pebbles were all turning into little cakes as they 
lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into 
her head. "If I eat one of these cakes," she 
thought, "it's sure to make some change in my 
size: and as it can't possibly make me larger, 
it must make me smaller, I suppose." 

So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was 
delighted to find that she began shrinking 
directly. As soon as she was small enough to 
get through the door, she ran out of the house, 
and found quite a crowd of little animals and 
birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, 
Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two 
guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out 
of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the 
moment she appeared, but she ran off as hard 


as she could, and soon found herself safe in a 
thick wood. 

"The first thing I've got to do," said Alice 
to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, 
"is to grow to my right size again; and the 
second thing is to find my way into that lovely 
garden. I think that will be the best plan." 

It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and 
veiy neatly and simply arranged; the only 
difiiculty was, that she had not the smallest 
idea how to set about it; and while she was 
peering about anxiously among the trees, a 
little shai-p bark just over her head made her 
look up in a great huriy. 

An enormous puppy was looking down at 
her with large round eyes, and feebly sti-etching 
out one paw, trying to touch her. " Poor little 
thing!" said Alice in a coaxing tone, and she 
tried hard to whistle to it, but she was terribly 
frightened all the time at the thought that it 
might be hungry, in which case it would be very 
likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing. 



Hardly knowing what she did, she jDicked up 
a httle bit of stick, and held it out to the 
puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the 
air off all its feet at ouce, with a yelp of 


delight, and rushed at the stick, and made be- 
lieve to worry it; then Alice dodged behind 
a great thistle, to keep herself from being run 
over, and, the moment she appeared on the 
other side, the pnppy made another rush at the 
stick, and tumbled head over heeb in its hurry 
to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was 
very like having a game of play with a cart- 
horse, and expecting every moment to be tram- 
pled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; 
then the puppy began a series of short charges 
at the stick, running a very little way forwards 
each time and a long way back, and bark- 
ing hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat 
down a good way off, panting, with its tongue 
hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes 
half shut. 

This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for 
making her escape, so she set off at once, and 
ran till she Avas quite tired and out of breath, 
and till the pup23y's bark sounded quite faint 
in the distance. 


" And yet what a dear little puppy it was ! " 
said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to 
rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the 
leaves; "I should have liked teaching it tricks 
very much, if— if I'd only been the right size 
to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that 
I've got to grow up again! Let me see — how 
is it to be managed? I snppose I ought to eat 
or drink something or other; but the great 
question is, what?" 

The great question certainly was, what? 
Alice looked all round her at the flowers and 
the blades of grass, but she could not see any- 
thing that looked like the right thing to eat 
or drink under the cii'cumstances. There was a 
large mushroom growing near her, about the 
same height as herself, and when she had look- 
ed under it, and on both sides of it, and behind 
it, it occurred to her that she might as well 
look and see what was on the top of it. 

She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and 
peeped over the edge of the mushroom, and her 


eyes immediately met those of a large blue 
caterpillar, that was sitting on the top with 
its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, 
and taking not the smallest notice of her or of 
anything else. 



The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each 
other for some time m silence : at last the 
Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouthy 
and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice. 


^^Who are yoiif^^ said the Caterpillar. 

This was not an encouraging opening for a 
conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, "I— I 
hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I 
know who I was when I got up this mornings 
but I think I must have been changed several 
times since then." 

"What do you mean by that?" said the 
Caterpillar sternly. "Explain yourself!" 

"I can't explain myself^ I'm afraid, sir," 
said Alice, " because I'm not myself, you 

^^I don't see," said the Caterpillar. 

"I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly," 
Alice replied very politely, " for I can't under- 
stand it myself to begin with; and being so 
many different sizes in a day is very confus- 

"It isn't," said the Caterpillar. 

" Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet/' 
said Alice; "but when you have to turn into a 
chrysalis — you will some day, you know — and 


then after that into a butterfly, I should think 
you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?" 

"Not a bit," said the Caterpillar. 

"Well, perhaps your feelings may be differ- 
ent," said Alice; "all I know is, it would feel 
very queer to me." 

"You!" said the Caterpillar contemptuously. 
"Who are tjouf' 

Which brought them back again to the be- 
ginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little 
ii'ritated at the Caterpillar's making such very 
short remarks, and she drew herself up and 
said, very gravely, "I think you ought to tell 
me who you are, first." 

"Why?" said the Caterpillar. 

Here was another puzzling question; and, as 
Alice could not think of any good reason, and 
as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very un- 
pleasant state of mind, she turned away. 

"Come back!" the Caterpillar called after 
her. " I've something important to say ! " 

This sounded promising, certainly: Alice 
turned and came back asrain. 


"Keep your temper," said the Caterpillar. 

^^Is that all?" said Alice, swallowiifg down 
her anger as well as she could. 

'^^N'o," said the Caterpillar. 

Alice thought she might as well wait, as 
she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after 
all it might tell her something worth hearing. 
For some minutes it puffed away without speak- 
ing, but at last it unfolded its arms, took the 
hookah out of its mouth again, and said, "So 
you think you're changed, do you?" 

"I'm afraid I am, sir," said Alice; "I can't 
remember things as I used — and I don't keep 
the same size for ten minutes together!" 

"Can't remember what things?" said the 

"Well, I've tried to say 'How doth the 
little busy bee,' but it all came different!" 
Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. 

" Repeat ' You are old, Father William^^ " 
said the Caterpillar. 

Alice folded her hands, and began: — 



^^You ai^e old, father William,^' the young man 
^^ And your hair has become very wliite; 

And yet you incessantly stand on your head — 
Do you thinh, at your age, it is right f^'' 

^^ Li my youthr father William replied to his son 
^^ I feared it might injure the brain; 

But now that Tm perfectly sure I have none. 
Why, I do it agaiyi and again." 



^^You are old," said the youth, ^^ as 1 7ne7itioned before. 
And have grown most uncommonhj fat ; 

Yet you turned a baclc-somersault in at the door — 
Pray, what is the reason of that f" 

'^ In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey lochs, 

'^7 kept all my limbs very supjjle 
By the uxe of this ointment — one shilling the box—^ 

Allow me to sell you a couple " 



^You are old" said the youth, ^^ and your jaios are too 

For anything tougher than suet; 
ITet you finished the goose, with the bones and the healc' 

Pray, how did you manage to do it " 

^^ In my youth, ''^ said his father, ^^ I took to the law, 

And argued each case with my wife; 
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw ^ 

Has lasted the rest of my life," 




^You are old^^^ said the youth; one would hardly sup- 

That your eye ivas as steady as ever; 
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose — = 

What made you so awfully clever 9" 

^ I have answered three questions, and that is enough^ 
Said his father ; ^^ donH give yourself airs! 

Do you thinJc I can listen all day to such stuff 9 
Be off, or Til Icicle you down stairs! " 


"That is not said right," said the Caterpillar. 

"]^ot quite right, I'm afraid," said Alice 
timidly; " some of the words have got altered." 

"It is wrong from beginning to end," said 
the Caterpillar decidedly, and there was silence 
for some minutes. 

The Caterpillar was the first to speak. 

"What size do you want to be?" it asked. 

"Oh, I'm not particular as to size," Alice 
hastily replied; "only one doesn't like changing 
so often, you know." 

"I donH know," said the Caterpillar. 

Alice said nothing: she had never been so 
much contradicted in all her life before, and she 
felt that she was losing her temper. 

"Are you content now?" said the Caterpillar. 

"Well, I should like to be a little larger, sir, 
if you wouldn't mind," said Alice: "three inches 
is such a wretched height to be." 

" It is a very good height indeed ! " said the 
Caterpillar angrily, reai'ing itself upright as it 
spoke (it was exactly three inches high). 


" But I'm not used to it ! " pleaded pooi! 
Alice in a jDiteous tone. And she thought to 
herself, "I wish the creatures wouldn't be so 
easily oflPended ! " 

"You'll get used to it in time," said the 
Caterpillar; and it put the hookah into its 
mouth and began smoking again. 

This time Alice waited patiently until it 
chose to speak again. In a minute or two the 
Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, 
and yaAvned once or twice, and shook itself. 
Then it got down off the mushroom, and crawled 
away into the grass, mei'ely remarking as it 
went, " One side will make you grow taller, 
and the other side will make you grow shorter." 

"One side of what? The other side of 
wJiatf^^ thought Alice to herself. 

"Of the mushroom," said the Caterpillar, 
just as if she had asked it aloud; and in 
another moment it was out of sight. 

Alice remained looking thoughtfiilly at the 
mushroom for a minute, trying to make out 


which were the two sides of it; and, as it was 
perfectly round, she found this a very difficult 
question. However, at last she stretched her 
arms round it as far as they would go, and 
broke off a bit of the edge with each hand. 

^^And now which is which?" she said to her- 
self, and nibbled a little of the right-hand bit to 
try the effect: the next moment she felt a vio- 
lent blow underneath her chin; it had struck 
her foot! 

She was a good deal frightened by this very 
sudden change, but she felt that there was no 
time to be lost, as she was shrinking rapidly; 
so she set to work at once to eat some of the 
other bit. Her chin was pressed so closely 
against her foot, that there was hardly room to 
open her mouth; but she did it at last, and 
managed to swallow a morsel of the left-hand 



" Come, my head's free at last! " said Alice in 
a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in 
another moment, when she found that her 
shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she 
could see, when she looked down, was an im- 
mense length of neck, which seemed to rise 
like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that 
lay far below her. 

"What can all that green stuff be?" said 
Alice. "And where have my shoulders got to? 
And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can't se^^ 
you?" She was moving them about as she 
spoke, but no result seemed to follow, except a 
little shaking among the distant green leaves. 

As there seemed to be no chance of getting 
her hands up to her head, she tried to get her 
head down to them, and was dehghted to find 
that her neck would bend about easily in any 
direction, like a serpent. She had just succeeded 
in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and 
was going to dive in among the leaves, which 
she found to be nothing but the tops of the 


trees under which she had been wandering, when 
a sharp hiss made her draw back in a hurry: a 
large pigeon had flown into her face, and was 
beating her violently with its wings. 

" Serpent ! '' screamed the Pigeon. 

^^I'm not a serpent!" said Alice indignantly. 
" Let me alone ! " 

" Serpent, I say again ! " repeated the Pigeon, 
but in a more subdued tone, and added with a 
kind of sob, " I've tried every way, and nothing 
seems to suit them ! " 

" I haven't the least idea what you're talking 
about," said Alice. 

"Pve tried the roots of trees, and Pve tried 
banks, and Pve tried hedges," the Pigeon went 
on, without attending to her; ^^but those ser- 
pents ! There's no pleasing them ! " 

Alice Avas more and more puzzled, but she 
thought there was no use in saying anything 
more till the Pigeon had finished. 

^^As if it wasn't trouble enough hatching 
the eggs," said the Pigeon, " but I must be on 


the look-out for serpents night and day ! Why, 
I haven't had a wnik of sleep these three 
weeks ! " 

"I'm very sorry you've been annoyed," said 
Alice, who was beginning to see its meaning. 

"And just as I'd taken the highest tree in 
the wood," continued the Pigeon, raising its 
voice to a shriek, " and just as I was thinking 
I should be free of them at last, they must needs 
come wriggling down from the sky! Ugh! 

" But I'm not a serpent, I tell you ! " said Alice, 
^^Pma— I'ma " 

"Well! What are you?" said the Pigeon. 
"I can see you're trying to invent something! " 

"I — I'm a little girl," said Alice, rather doubt- 
fully, as she remembered the number of changes 
she had gone through that day. 

"A likely story indeed!" said the Pigeon in 
a tone of the deepest contempt. "I've seen a 
good many little girls in my time, but never one 
with such a neck as that! ]S"o, not You're a 


serpent; and there's no use denying it. I sup- 
pose you'll be telling me next that you never 
tasted an egg I " 

"I have tasted eggs, certainly," said Alice, 
who was a very truthful child; "but little girls 
eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you 

"I don't believe it," said the Pigeon; "but if 
they do, why then they're a kind of serpent, 
that's all I can say." 

This was such a new idea to Alice, that 
she was quite silent for a minute or two, which 
gave the Pigeon the opportunity of adding, 
" You're looking for eggs, I know that well 
enough ; and what does it matter to me whether 
you're a little girl or a serpent?" 

"It matters a good deal to 77ze," said Alice 
hastily; "but I'm not looking for eggs, as it 
happens; and if I was, I shouldn't want yours: 
I don't like them raw." 

" Well, be off, then ! " said the Pigeon in a 
sulky tone, as it settled down again into its 


nest. Alice crouched down among the trees as 
well as she could, for her neck kept getting 
entangled among the branches, and every now 
and then she had to stop*and untwist it. After 
a while she remembered that she still held the 
pieces of mushroom in her hands, and she set 
to work very carefully, nibbling first at one 
and then at the other, and gromng sometimes 
taller and sometimes shorter, until she had suc- 
ceeded in bringing herself down to her usual 

It was so long since she had been anything 
near the right size, that it felt quite strange 
at first, but she got used to it in a few min- 
utes, and began talking to herself as usual. 
" Come, there's half my plan done now ! How 
puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure 
what I'm going to be, from one minute to an- 
other! However, I've got back to my right 
size: the next thing is, to get into that beau- 
tiful garden — how is that to be done, I won- 
der? " As she said this, she came suddenly upon 


an open place, with a little house in it about 
four feet high. " Whoever lives there/' thought 
Alice, "it'll never do to come upon them this 
size: why, I should frighten them out of their 
wits ! " So she began nibbling at the right-hand 
bit again, and did not venture to go near the 
house till she nad orougnt nerseif down to nine 
inches high. 



For a minute or two she stood looking at 
the house, and wondermg what to do next, 
when suddenly a footman in livery came run- 
ning out of the wood — (she considered him to 
be a footman because he was in livery: other- 
wise, judging by his face only, she would tiave i 

called him a fish) — and rapped loudly at the j 

door with his knuckles. It was ojDened by j 

another footman in livery, with a round face ! 

and large eyes like a frog; and both footmen, i 

Alice noticed, had powdered hair that curled | 

all over their heads. She felt very curious ! 



to know what it was all about, and crept a little 
way out of the wood to listen. 

The Fish-Footman began by producing from 
under his arm a great letter, nearly as large 
as himself, and this he handed over to the 
other, saying in a solemn tone, " For the Duch- 
ess. An invitation from the Queen to play 


croquet." The Frog-Foottnan repeated, in the 
same solemn tone, only changing the order of 
the words a little, " From the Queen. An invi= 
tation for the Duchess to play croquet." 

Then they both bowed low, and their curls 
got entangled together. 

Alice laughed so much at this that she had 
to run back into the wood for fear of their 
hearing her, and when she next peeped out the 
Fish-Footman was gone, and the other was sitting 
on the ground near the door, staring stupidly 
up into the sky. 

Alice went timidly up to the door, and 

"There's no sort of use in knocking," said 
the Footman, " and that for two reasons. First, 
because I'm on the same side of the door as 
you are ; secondly, because they're making such a 
noise inside, no one could possibly hear you." 
And certainly there was a most extraordinary 
noise going on within — a constant howling 
and sneezing, and every now and then a great 


crash, as if a dish or kettle had been broken to 

"Please, then," said Alice, "how am I to 
get in ? " 

" There might be some sense in your knock- 
ing," the Footman went on without attending 
to her, "if we had the door between us. For 
instance, if you were iiiside, you might knock, 
and I could let you out, you know." He was 
looking up into the sky all the time he was 
speaking, and this Alice thought decidedly 
uncivil. "But perhaps he can't help it," she 
said to herself; "his eyes are so ve?^}/ nearly 
at the top of his head. But at any i^ate he 
might answer questions — How am I to get 
in? " she repeated, aloud. 

"I shall sit here," the Footman remarked, 
" till to-morrow " 

At this moment the door of the house 
opened, and a large plate came skimming out, 
straight at the Footman's head: it just grazed 
his nose, and broke to pieces against one of 
the trees behind him. 


^^ or next day, maybe," the Footman con- 
tinned in the same tone, exactly as if nothing 
had happened. 

"How am I to get in?" AUce asked again in 
a louder tone. 

^^Are you to get in at all?" said the 
Footman. " That's the first question, you 

It was, no doubt: only Alice did not like to 
be told so. " It's really dreadful," she muttered 
to herself, "the way all the creatures argue. 
It's enough to drive one crazy!" 

The Footman seemed to think this a good 
opportunity for repeating his remark, with 
variations. " I shall sit here," he said, " on and 
off, for days and days." 

"But Avhat am I to do?" said Alice. 

"Anything you like," said the Footman, and 
began whistling. 

" Oh, there's no use in talking to him," said 
Alice desperately: " he's perfectly idiotic! " And 
she opened the door and went in. 



^"vCn // \W*iBm^^ ^ifir.A- JTZIIPTZrF^ 

The door led right into a largo kitchen, which 
was full of smoke fi'om one end to the other: 
the Duchess was sitting on a three-legged stool 
in the middle, nursing a baby; the cook was 
leaning over the fire, stirring a large cauldron 
which seemed to be full of soup. 

^^ There's certainly too much pepper in that 
soup! " Alice said to herself, as well as she could 
for sneezing. 


There was certainly too much of it in the 
air. Even the Duchess sneezed occasionally; 
and as for the baby, it was sneezing and howl- 
ing alternately without a moment's pause. The 
only tAvo creatures in the kitchen that did not 
sneeze, were the cook, and a large cat which 
was sitting on the hearth and grinning from ear 
to ear. 

"Please, would you tell me," said Alice, a 
little timidly, for she was not quite sure whether 
it was good manners for her to speak first, 
" why your cat grins like that ? " 

" It's a Cheshire cat," said the Duchess, " and 
that's why. Pig!" 

She said the last word with such sudden vio- 
lence that Alice quite jumped; but she saw in 
another moment that it was addressed to the 
baby, and not to her, so she took courage, and 
went on again : — 

"I didn't know that Cheshire cats always 
grinned; in fact, I didn't know that cats could 


" The J all can," said the Duchess ; " and most 
of 'em do." 

" I don't know of any that do," Alice said very 
politely, feeling quite pleased to have got into a 

"You don't know much," said the Duchess; 
"and that's a fact." 

Alice did not at all like the tone of this 
remark, and thought it would be as w^ell to 
introduce some other subject of conversation. 
While she was trying to fix on one, the cook 
took the cauldron of soup off the fire, and at 
once set to w^ork throwing everything within 
her reach at the Duchess and the baby — the 
fire-irons came first; then followed a shower 
of saucepans, plates, and dishes. The Duchess 
took no notice of them, even when they hit her; 
and the baby w^as howling so much already, that 
it was quite impossible to say whether the blows 
hurt it or not. 

" Oh, please mind what you're doing ! " cried 
Alice, jumping up and down in an agony of 


terror. " Oh, there goes his precious nose ! " as 
an unusually large saucepan flew close by it, and 
very nearly carried it off. 

" If everybody minded their own business," 
said the Duchess in a hoarse growl, ^- the world 
would go round a deal faster than it does." 

"Which would not be an advantage," said 
Alice, Avho felt very glad to get an opportunity 
of showing ofi* a little of her knowledge. " Just 
think what work it w^ould make with the day 
and night! You see the earth takes twenty-four 
hours to turn round on its axis- " 

" Talking of axes," said the Duchess, " chop 
off her head!" 

Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to 
see if she meant to take the hint; but the cook 
was busily stirring the soup, and seemed not to 
be listening, so she went on again: "Twenty- 
four hours, I think; or is it twelve? I " 

"Oh, don't bother me," said the Duchess; "I 
never could abide figures." And with that she 
began nursing her child again, singing a sort of 


lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent 
shake at the end of every line: — 

" Speak 7'oughly to your little hoy, 
And beat him when he sneezes; 
He only does it to annoy, 

Because he Tcnoxcs it teases.^' 

(in which the cook and the baby joined) : ^ 

" Wow ! icow ! wotv ! " 

"While the Duchess sang the second verse of 
the song, she kept tossing the baby violently up 
and down, and the poor little thing howled so, 
that Alice could hardly hear the words : — 

"7 speak severely to my hoy, 

I heat him when he sneezes; 
For he can thoroughly enjoy 
The pepper when he pleases 1^^ 


"TFbi^/ wow! wow I''' 


'^ Here ! you may nurse it a bit, if you like ! " 
said tlie Ducliess to Alice, flinging the baby at 
her as she spoke. " I must go and get ready to 
play croquet with the Queen," and she hurried 
out of the room. The cook threw a fryingpan 
after her as she w^ent, but it just missed her. 

Alice caught the baby Avith some difficulty, 
as it was a queer-shaped little creature, and held 
out its ai'ms and legs in all directions, "just like 
a star-fish," thought Alice. The poor little thing- 
was snorting like a steam-engine when she 
caught it, and kept doubling itself up and 
straightening itself out again, so that altogether, 
for the first minute or two, it was as much as 
she could do to hold it. 

As soon as she had made out the proj)er way 
of nursing it, (which was to twist it up into a 
sort of knot, and then keep tight hold of its 
right ear and left foot, so as to prevent its 
undoing itself,) she carried it out into the open 
air. " If I don't take this child away with me,'' 
thought Alice, " they're sure to kill it in a day 


or two: wouldn't it be murder to leave it 
behind?" She said the last words out loud, and 
the little thing grunted in reply (it had left off 
sneezing by this time). "Don't grunt," said 
Alice: "that's not at all a proper way of 
expressing yourself." 

The baby grunted again, and Alice looked 
very anxiously into its face to see what was the 
matter with it. There could be no doubt that 
it had a very turn-up nose, much more like a 
snout than a real nose; also its eyes were 
getting extremely small, for a baby: altogether 
Alice did not like the look of the thing at all, 
" — but perhajDS it was only sobbing," she 
thought, and looked into its eyes again, to see 
if there were any tears. 

N^o, there were no tears. " If you're going to 
turn into a pig, my dear," said Alice, seriously, 
^^ I'll have nothing more to do with you. Mind 
now!" The poor little thing sobbed again, (or 
grunted, it was impossible to say which,) and 
they went on for some while in silence. 



Alice was just beginning to think to herself, 
"Now, what am I to do Avith this creature 
when I get it home?" when it grunted again^ 

so violently, that she 
looked down into its 
face in some alarm. 
This time there could 
be no mistake about 
it : it was neither 
,, ,, more nor less than 

WA'. ^ P^o' ^^^^ ^^^^ ^^^^ 

that it would be 
fe quite absurd for her 
to carry it any fur- 

So she set the 
little creature down, and felt quite relieved to 
see it trot away quietly into the wood. "If 
it had grown up," she said to herself, " it Avould 
have been a dreadfully ugly child: but it makes 
rather a handsome pig, I think." And she be- 
gran thinkinof over other children she knew, who 


might do very well as pigs, and was just say- 
ing to herself, " if one only knew the right way 

to change them " when she was a little 

startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on 
a bough of a tree a few yards off. 

The Cat only gi'inned when it saw Alice. 
It looked goodnatured, she thought: still it 
had very long claws and a great many teeth, 
so she felt it ought ta be treated with respect. 

''^ Cheshire Puss," she began, rather timidly, 
as she did not at all know whether it would 
like the name: however, it only grinned a little 
wider. '^ Come, it's pleased so far," thought 
Alice, and she went on, "Would you tell me, 
please, which way I ought to walk from here?" 

"That depends a good deal on where you 
want to get to," said the Cat. 

"I don't much care where " said Alice. 

"Then it doesn't matter which way you 
walk," said the Cat. 

" so long as I get somewliere^'^ Alice 

added as an explanation. 


"^^ Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, 
" if you ouly walk long enough." 

Alice felt that this could not be denied, so 
she tried another question. "What sort of 
peoj^le live about here?" 

" In that direction," the Cat said, waving its 
right paw round, "lives a Hatter: and in that 
direction," waving the other paw, " lives a March 
Hare. Visit either you like : they're both mad.'^ 

"But I don't w^ant to go among mad 
people," Alice remarked. 

"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: 
" we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." 

"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. 

"You must be," said the Cat, ''or jon 
wouldn't have come here." 

Alice didn't think that proved it at all; 
however, she went on: "and how do you know 
that you're mad?" 

" To begin with," said the Cat, " a dog's not 
mad. You grant that?" 

"I suppose so," said Alice. 



"Well then," the Cat 
went on, "you see a dog 
growls when it's angry, 
and wags its tail when it's 
pleased. In ow Jgrowl when 
I'm pleased, and w\ag rvj 
tailwhenl-m angry. There- 
fore I'm mad, 

"/ call it purrmg, not 
growling," said Alice. 

" Call it what you like-'' 
said the Cat. "Do you 
play croquet with the Queen to-day?" 


"I should like it very much," said Alice, 
^^but I haven't been invited yet." 

" You'll see me there," said the Cat, and 

Alice was not much surprised at this, she 
v^as getting so well used to queer things hap- 
pening, "While she was still looking at the 
place w^hero it had been, it suddenly appeared 

^^ By - the - bye, what became of the baby?" 
said the Cat. " I'd nearly forgotten to ask." 

" It turned into a pig," Alice answered very 
quietly, just as if the Cat had come back in a 
natural way. 

" I thought it w^ould," said the Cat, and van- 
ished again. 

Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it 
again, but it did not appear, and after a minute 
or two she walked on in the direction in which 
the March Hare w^as said to live. ^^ I've seen 
hatters before," she said to herself: " the March 
Hare will be much the most interesting, and 



perhaps as this is May it won't be raving mad — 
at least not so mad as it was in March." As 
she said this, she looked np, and there was the 
Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree. 

"Did yon say pig, or fig?" said the Cat. 

"I said pig," replied Alice; "and I ^yish you 
wouldn't keep appearing and vanishing so sud- 
denly: you make one quite giddy," 

"All right," said the Cat; and this time it 
vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end 
of the tail, and ending with the grin, wdiich re- 
mained some time after the rest of it had gone. 


" Well ! I've often seen a cat without a grin," 
thought Alice; "but a grin without a cat I 
It's the most curious thing I ever saw in all 
my life ! " 

She had not gone much farther before she 
came in sight of the house of the March Ilare: 
she thought it must be the right house, because 
the chimneys were shaped like ears and the roof 
was thatched with fur. It was so large a house, 
that she did nc^t like to go nearer till she had 
nibbled some more of the left-hand bit o. 'nush- 
room, and raised herself to about two feet high: 
even then she walked up towards it rather 
timidly, saying to herself, " Suppose it should 
be raving mad after all! I almost wish I'd gone 
to see the Hatter instead ! " 



There was a table set out under a tree in 
front of the house, and the March Hare and the 
Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was 
sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other 
two were using it as a cushion, resting their 
elbows on it, and talking over its head. "Very 
uncomfortable for the Dormouse," thought Alice; 
" only, as it's asleep, I suppose it doesn't mind." 

The table was a large one, but the three 
were all crowded together at one corner of it: 
" Ko room ! No i*oom ! " they cried out when 
they saw Alice coming. "There's plenty of 


room ! " said Alice indignantly, and she sat down 
in a large arm-chair at one end of the table. 

"Have some wine," the March Hare said in 
an encouraging tone. 

Alice looked all round the table, but there 
was nothing on it but tea. "I don't see any 
wine," she remarked^ 

" There isn't any," said the March Hare. 

" Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer 
it," said Alice angrily. 

"It wasn't very civil of you to sit down 
without being invited," said the March Hare. 

"I didn't know it was your table," said 
Alice; "it's laid for a great many more than 

"Your hair wants cutting," said the Hatter. 
He had been looking at Alice for some time 
with great curiosity, and this was his first 

"You should learn not to make personal 
remarks," Alice said with sorae severity: "it's 
very rude." 


The Hatter ojDened his eyes very wide on 
hearing this; but all he said was, "Why is a 
raven like a writing-desk?" 

" Come, we shall have some fun now ! '^ 
thought Alice. "I'm glad they've begun ask- 
ing riddles — I believe I can guess that," she 
added aloud. 

" Do you mean that you think you can find 
out the answer to it?" said the March Hare, 

"Exactly so," said Alice. 


" Then you should say what you mean," the 
March Hare went on. 

"I do," AUce hastily replied; "at least — at 
least I mean what I say — that's the same things 
you know." 

" Not the same thing a bit ! " said the Hatter. 
" Why, you might just as well say that ^ I see 
what I eat ' is the same thing as ^ I eat what I 

"You might just as well say," added the 
March Hare, "that '^I like what I get' is the 
same thing as ^ I get what I like ' ! " 

"You might just as well say," added the Dor- 
mouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, 
"that ^I breathe when I sleep' is the same 
thing as ^ I sleep when I breathe ' ! " 

"It is the same thing with you," said the 
Hatter, and here the conversation dropped, and 
the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice 
thought over all she could remember about 
ravens and writing-desks, which wasn't much. 

The Hatter was the first to break the silence. 


'^ What day of the month is it?" he said, turn- 
ing to Ahce: he had taken his watch out of 
his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shak- 
ing it every now and then, and holding it to 
his ear. 

Alice considered a little, and said, " The 

" Two days wrong ! " sighed the Hatter. " I 
told you butter wouldn't suit the works ! " he 
added, looking angrily at the March Hare. 

"It was the hest butter," the March Hare 
meekly replied. 

"Yes, but some crumbs must have got in 
as well," the Hatter grumbled: "you shouldn't 
have put it in with the bread-knife." 

The March Hare took the watch and looked 
at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup 
of tea, and looked at it again: but he could 
think of nothing better to say than his first 
remark, "It was the hest butter, you know.." 

Alice had been looking over his shoulder with 
some curiosity. " What a funny watch ! " she 



remarked. "It tells the day of the month, and 
doesn't tell what o'clock it is ! " 

"Why should it?" muttered the Hatter. 
"Does your watch tell you what year it is?" 

"Of course not/' Alice replied very readily: 
"but that's because it stays the same year for 
such a long time together." 

"Which is just the case Avith mine,^^ said 
the Hatter. 

Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's 
Tcmark seemed to her to have no sort of meaning 
in it, and yet it was certainly English. " I don't 
quite understand you," she said, as politely as 
she could. 

"The Dormouse is asleep again," said the 
Hattei% and he poured a little hot tea on to 
its nose. 

The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, 
and said, without opening its eyes, " Of course, 
of course: just what I was going to remark 

"Have you guessed the riddle yet?" the 
Hatter said, turnino: to Alice aorain. 


^^No, I give it up/' Alice replied: "what's 
the answer?" 

"I haven't the slightest idea," said the 

"^:N"or I," said the March Hare. 

Alice sighed wearily. ^^I think you might 
do something better with the time," she said, 
"than wasting it in asking riddles that have 
no answers." 

"If you knew Time as well as I do," said 
the Hatter, "you wouldn't talk about wasting 
it. It's A^m." 

"I don't know what you mean," said Alice. 

" Of course you don't ! " the Hatter said, 
tossing his head contemptuously. "I dare say 
you never even spoke to Time ! " 

" Perhaps not," Alice cautiously replied : " but 
I knoAV I have to beat time when I learn 

"Ah! that accounts for it," said the Hatter„ 
"He won't stand beating. Now, if you only 
kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost 


anything you liked with the clock. For in- 
stance, suppose it A\ore nine o'clock in the morn- 
ing, just time to begin lessons: you'd only have 
to Avhisper a hint to Time, and round goes the 
clock in a twinkling! Half-past one, time for 
dinner ! " 

(" I only wish it w^as," the March Hare said to 
itself in a w^hisper.) 

" That Avould be grand, certainly," said Alice 
thoughtfully : " but then — I shouldn't be hungry 
for it, you know." 

" ]S"ot at first, perhaps," said the Hatter : ^^ but 
you could keep it to half-past one as long as 
you liked." 

"Is that the way you manage?" Alice 

The Hatter shook his head mournfully. " 'Not 

I " he replied. "We quarrelled last March 

just before he went mad, you know " (point- 
ing with his teaspoon at the March Hare,) 

" it Avas at the great concert given by the 

Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing." 



Twinkle, twinkle, little hat! 
How I wonder what you're atf* 

You know the song perhaps? '' 

^^ I've heard somethmg Hke it," said Ahce. 

'' It goes on, you know/' the Hatter contmuedj 
" in this way : — 

* Z7p above the world you fiy^ 
Like a teatray in the sky. 

Twinkle, twinkl e " * ^ 


Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began 
singmg in its sleep, " Twinkle^ twinkle^ twinMe^ 

twinkle -" and went on so long that thej had 

to pinch it to make it stop. 

"Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse,^ 
said the Hatter, " when the Queen bawled out 
^ He's murdering the time ! Off with his head ! ' " 

" How dreadfully savage ! " exclaimed Alice. 

"And ever since that," the Hatter went on 
in a mournful tone, "he won't do a thing I 
ask! It's always six o'clock now." 

A bright idea came into Alice's head. "Is 
that the reason so many tea-things are put out 
nere?" she asked. 

" Yes, that's it," said the Hatter with a sigh : 
" it's always tea-time, and we've no time to wasn 
the things between whiles." 

"Then you keep moving round, I suppose?" 
said Alice. 

"Exactly so," said the Hatter: "as the things 
get used up." 

" But when you come to the beginning 
again?" Alice ventured to ask. 


" Suppose we change the subject," the March 
JHare interrupted, yawning. " I'm getting tired 
of this. I vote the young lady tells us a 

"I'm afraid I don't know one," said Alice, 
rather alarmed at the proposal. 

" Then the Dormouse shall ! " they both cried. 
'^Wake up, Dormouse!" And they pinched it 
on both sides at once. 

The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. "I 
wasn't asleep," he said in a hoarse, feeble voice : 
"I heard every word you fellows were say- 

"Tell us a story!" said the March Hare. 

"Yes, please do!" pleaded Alice. 

"And be quick about it," added the Hatter, 
"or you'll be asleep again before it's done." 

"Once upon a time there were three little 
sisters," the Dormouse began in a great hurry; 
"and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; 
and they lived at the bottom of a well " 

" What did they live on ? " said Alice, who 


always took a great interest in questions of eat- 
ing and drinking. 

" They lived on treacle," said the Dormouse, 
after thinking a minute or two. 

" They couldn't have done that, you know," 
Alice gently remarked: " they'd have been ill." 

" So they were," said the Dormouse; " very ill." 

Alice tried a little to fancy to herself what 
such an extraordinary way of living would be 
like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went 
on : ^^ But why did they live at the bottom of 
a Avell?" 

" Take some more tea," the March Hare said 
to Alice, very earnestly. 

"I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an 
offended tone, " so I can't take more." 

" You mean, you can't take Zess," said the 
Hatter : " it's very easy to take more than 

"Nobody asked your opinion," said Alice. 

"Who's making personal remarks now?" the 
Hatter asked triumphantly. 


Alice did not quite know what to say to this: 
so she helped herself to some tea and bread-and-- 
butter, and then turned to the Dormouse^ and 
repeated her question. "Why did they live at 
the bottom of a well?" 

The Dormouse again took a minute or two 
to think about it, and then said, "It was a 
treacle- well." 

"There's no such thing!" Alice was begin- 
ning very angrily, but the Hatter and the March 
Hare went " Sh ! sh ! " and the Dormouse sulkily 
remarked, "If you can't be civil, you'd better 
finish the story for yourself." 

" No, please go on ! " Alice said very humbly : 
" I won't interrupt you again. I dare say there 
may be oneP 

"One, indeed! " said the Dormouse indignant- 
ly. However, he consented to go on. "And 
so these three little sisters — they were learning 
to draw, you know " 

"What did they draw?" said Alice, quite for- 
getting her promise. 


^^ Treacle," said the Dormouse, without con- 
sidering at all this time. 

"I want a clean cup," interrupted the Hatter: 
" let's all move one place on." 

He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse 
followed him: the March Hare moved into the 
Dormouse's place, and Alice rather unwilUngly 
took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter 
w^as the only one who got any advantage from 
the change: and Alice was a good deal worse 
off than before, as the March Hare had just 
upset the milk-jug into his plate. 

Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse 
again, so she began very cautiously : ^^ But I 
don't understand. "Where did they draw the 
treacle from?" 

" You can draw water out of a water-well," 
said the Hatter; "so I should think you could 
draw treacle out of a treacle- well — eh, stupid?" 

"But they w^ere in the well," Alice said to 
the Dormouse, not choosing to notice this last 


" Of course they were," said the Dormouse, — • 
^^well in." 

This answer so confused poor Alice, that she 
let the Dormouse go on for so'me time without 
interrupting it. 

" They Avere learning to draw," the Dormouse 
went on, yawning and rubbing its eyes, for it 
was getting very sleepy; "and they drew all 
manner of things — everything that begins with 
an M " 

"Why with an M?" said Alice. 

"Why not?" said the March Hare. 

Alice was silent. 

The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this 
time, and was going off into a doze, but, on 
being pinched by the Hattei^, it woke up again 

with a little shriek, and went on: " that 

begins with an M, such as mousetraps, and the 
moon, and memory, and muchness — you know 
you say things are ^ much of a muchness ' — did 
you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a 



" Realij, now you ask me," said Alice, very 

much confused, "I don't think " 

"Then you shouldn't talk," said the Hatter. 

This piece of rudeness was more than Alice 
could bear: she got up in great disgust, and 
walked off: the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, 
and neither of the others took the least notice 
of her going, though she looked back once or 
twice, half hoping that they would call after 
her: the last time she saw them, they were 
trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot. 


^^ At any rate I'll never go there again ! " said 
Alice as she piclved her way through the wood. 

"It's the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in 
all my life!" 

Just as she said this, she noticed that one 
of the trees had a door leading right into it. 
^' That's very curious ! " she thought. " But 
'everything's curious to-day. I think 1 may as 
well go in at once." And in she went. 

Once more she found herself in the long hall, 
and close to the little glass table. " ]^ow, I'll 
manage better this time," she said to herself, 
and began by taking the little golden key, and 
unlocking the door that led into the garden. 
Then she set to work nibbling at the mushroom 
(she had kept a piece of it in her pocket) till 
she was about a foot high: then she walked 
down the little passage: and then — she found 
herself at last in the beautiful garden, among 
the bright flowerbeds and the cool fountainSo 

CHAPTER yill. 

THE queen's croquet-ground. 

A LARGE rose-tree stood near the entrance of 
the garden: the I'oses growing on it were white, 
but there were three gardenei-s at it, busily 
painting them red. AUce thought this a very 
curious thing, and she went nearer to watch 
them, and just as she came up to them she 
heard one of them say, " Look out now. Five ! 
Don't go sphishiug paint over me hke that ! " 

"I couldu't help it," said Five in a sulky 
tone; "Seven jogged my elbow." 

On which Seven looked up aud said, " That's 
right, Five ! Always lay the blame on others ! '^ 



^'Toii'd better not talk! " said Five. "I heard 
the Queen say only yesterday you deserved to 
be beheaded ! " 

"What for?" 
said the one who 
had spoken first. 

" That's none 
of yoicr business, 
Two!" said Seven. 

"Yes, it is his 
business ! " said 
Five, " and I'll 
tell him — it was 
for bringhig tiie 
cook tulip - roots 
instead of onions." 

Seven flung 
down his brush, and had just begun, " Well, of 
all the unjust things — "when his eye chanced 
to fall upon Alice, as she stood watching them, 
and he checked himself suddenly: the others 
looked round also, and all of them bowed low. 



"Would you tell me, please," said Alice, 
a little timidly, "why you are painting those 

Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at 
Two. Two began, in a low voice, " Why, the 
fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have 
been a red rose-tree, and we put a white one 
in by mistake, and if the Queen was to find it 
out, we should all have our heads cut off, you 
know. So you see. Miss, we're doing our best, 
afore she comes, to — " At this moment Five, 
who had been anxiously looking across the gar- 
den, called out " The Queen ! The Queen ! " and 
the thi-ee gardeners instantly threw themselves 
flat upon their faces. There was a sound of 
many footsteps, and Alice looked round, eager 
to see the Queen. 

First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these 
were all shaped like the three gardeners, oblong 
and flat, with their hands and feet at the cor- 
ners: next the ten courtiers; these were orna- 
mented ail over with diamonds, and walked two 


and two, as the soldiers did. After these came 
the royal children; there were ten of them, 
and the little dears came jumping merrily along 
hand in hand, in couples: they were all orna- 
mented with hearts. 'Next came the guests, 
mostly Kings and Queens, and among them 
Alice recognized the White Rabbit: it was talk- 
ing in a hurried nervous manner, smiling at 
everything that was said, and went by without 
noticing her. Then followed the Knave of 
Hearts, carrying the King's crown on a crimson 
velvet cushion; and, last of all this grand pro- 
cession, came THE KING AND QUEEN OF 

Alice was rathei^ doubtful whether she ought 
not to lie down on her face like the three 
gardeners, but she could not remember ever 
having heard of such a rule at processions; ^"^and 
besides, what would be the use of a procession," 
she thought, " if people had all to lie down on 
their faces, so that they couldn't see it.^" So she 
stood Avhere she was, and waited. 


When the procession came opposite to AUce, 
they all stopped and looked at her, and the 
Queen said severely, "Who is this?" She said 
it to the Knave of Hearts, who only bowed and 
smiled in reply. 

"Idiot!" said the Queen, tossing her head 
hnpatiently; and, turning to Alice, she went 
on, "What's your name, child?" 

"My name is Alice, so please your Majesty," 
said Alice very politely; but she added, to 
herself, "Why, they're only a pack of cards, 
after ail. I needn't be afraid of them!" 

"And who are these? ^^ said the Queen, point- 
ing to the three gardeners who w^ere lying 
round the rose-tree; for you see, as they were 
lying oii their faces, and the pattern on their 
backs was the same as the rest of the pack, 
she coidd not tell whether ^hey w^ere gardeners, 
or soldiers, or courtiers, or three of her own 

"How should /know?" said Ahce, surprised 
at her own courage. " It's no business of mme." 



The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, 
after glaring at her for a moment like a wild 
beast, began screaming, " OflP with her head ! 
Off— '^ 


" Nonsense ! " said Alice, very loudly and 
decidedly, and the Queen was silent. 

The King laid his hand n2)on her arm, and 
timidly said, " Consider, my dear : she is only 
a child!" 

The Queen turned angi'ily away from him, 
and said to the Knave, ^- Turn them over!" 

The Knave did so, very carefully, with one 

" Get up ! " said the Queen in a shrill, loud 
voice, and the three gardeners instantly jumped 
up, and began bowing to the King, the Queen, 
the royal children, and everybody else. 

" Leave off that! " screamed the Queen. " You 
make me giddy." And then, turning to the 
rose-tree, she went on, "What have you been 
doing here? '' 

"May it please your Majesty," said Two, in 
a very humble tone, going down on one knee 
as he spoke, "we were tr^dng — " 

" I see ! " said the Queen, who had mean- 
while been examining the roses. " Off with 


their heads ! " and the procession moved on, 
three of the soldiers remaining behind to execute 
the unfortunate gardeners, who ran to Ahce for 

" You shan't be beheaded ! " said Alice, and 
she put them into a large flower-pot that stood 
near. The three soldiers wandered about for 
a minute or two, looking for them, and then 
quietly marched off after the others. 

"Are their heads off?" shouted the Queen. 

" Their heads are gone, if it please your 
Majesty!" the soldiers shouted in reply. 

"That's right!" shouted the Queen. "Can 
you play croquet?" 

The soldiers were silent, and looked at Alice, 
as the question was evidently meant for her. 

" Yes ! " shouted Alice. 

" Come on then ! " roared the Queen, and 
Alice joined the procession, wondering very 
much what would happen next. 

"It's — it's a very fine day!" said a timid 
voice at her side. She was walking by the White 


Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously into hei 

"Very," said Alice: — "where's the Duchess?" 

"Hush! Hush!" said the Eabbit in a low, 
hurried tone. He looked anxiously over his 
shoulder as he spoke, and then raised himself 
upon tiptoe, put his mouth close to her ear, and 
whispered, "She's under sentence of execution." 

"AYhat for?" said Alice. 

"Did you say 'What a pity!'?" the Rabbit 

"Xo, I didn't," said Alice: "I don't think 
it's at all a pity. I said 'What for?'" 

" She boxed the Queen's ears — " the Rabbit 
began. Alice gave a little scream of laughter. 
" Oh, hush ! " the Rabbit whispered in a frightened 
tone. " The Queen will hear you ! You see she 
came rather late, and the Queen said — " 

" Get to your places ! " shouted the Queen in 
a voice of thunder, and ])eople began running 
about in all directions, tumbling up against 
each other: however, they got settled down in 
•^ minute oi' two. and the game began. 



Alice thought she had never seen such a 
curious croquet-ground in her hfe : it was all 
ridges and furrows; the croquet-balls were live 
hedgehogs, and the mallets live flamingoes, and 
the soldiei-s had to 
double themselves up 
and stand on their 
hands and feet, to 
make the arches. 

The chief diffi- 
culty Alice found at 
first was in managing 
her flamingo : she 
succeeded in getting 

its body tucked away, 
comfortably enough, 
under her arm, with 
its legs hanging down, but generally, just as she 
had got its neck nicely straightened out, and 
was going to give the hedgehog a blow with 
its head, it would twist itself round and look 
up into her face, with such a puzzled expres- 


sion that she could not help burstmg out laugh- 
mg: and when she had got its head down, and 
was going to begin again, it was very provoking 
to find that the hedgehog had unrolled itself, 
and w^as in the act of crawling away: besides 
all this, there was genei*ally a ridge or a furrow 
in the way wherever she wanted to send the 
hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-up soldiers were 
always getting up and walking off to other parts 
of the grouiid, Alice soon came to the conclusion 
that it was a very difficult game indeed. 

The players all played at once without wait- 
ing for turns, quarrelling all the while, and 
fighting for the hedgehogs; and in a very short 
time the Queen was in a furious passion, and 
went stamping about, and shouting, " Off* with 
his head ! " or " Off* with her head ! " about once 
in a minute, 

Alice began to feel very uneasy: to be sure, 
she had not as yet had any dispute with the 
Queen, but she knew that it might happen any 
minute, " and then," thought she, " what would 


become of me ? They're dreadfully fend of 
beheading people here : the great wonder isj 
that there's any one left alive ! " 

She was looking about for some way of escape, 
and wondering whether she could get away 
without beiug seen, when she noticed a curious 
appearance in the air: it puzzled her very much 
at first, but after watching it a minute or two 
she made it out to be a grin, and she said to her- 
self, "It's the Cheshire Cat: now I shall have 
somebody to talk to." 

" How are you getting on ? " said the Cat, 
as soon as there was mouth enough for it tc 
speak with. 

Alice waited till the eyes appeared, and then 
nodded. " It's no use speaking to it," she 
thought, " till its ears have come, or at least 
one of them." In another minute the whole 
head appeared, and then Alice put down her 
flamingo, and began an account of the game, 
feeling very glad she had some one to listen to 
her. The Cat seemed to think that there was 

a24 the QUEEN'S 

enough of it now in sight, and no more of k 

^'1 don-t think they play at all fairly," Alice 
began, in rather a complaining tone, " and they 
all quarrel so dreadfully one can't hear one's-self 
speak — and they don't seem to have any rules 
in particular; at least, if there are, nobody 
attends to them — and you've no idea hoAV con- 
fusing it is all the things being alive; for in- 
stance, there's the arch I've got to go through 
next walking about at the other end of the 
ground — and I should have croqueted the 
Queen's hedgehog just now, only it ran away 
when it saw mine coming!" 

^"How do you like the Queen?" said the Cat 
in a low voice. 

^^ Not at all," said Alice: "she's so ex- 
tremely — " Just then she noticed that the 
Queen was close behind her, listening: so she 
went on " — likely to win, that it's hardly worth 
while finishing the game." 

The Queen smiled and passed on. 


^^Who are you talldiig to?" said the King, 
coming up to Alice, and looking at the Cat's 
head with great curiosity. 

^^It's a friend of mine — a Cheshire Cat," said 
Alice: ^^ allow me to introduce it.'' 

^'I don't like the look of it at all," said the 
King: "however, it may kiss my hand if it 

"I'd rather not," the Cat remarked. 

"Don't be impertinent," said the King, "and 
don't look at me like that ! " He got behind 
Alice as he spoke, 

"A cat may look at a king," said AlicCc 
"I've read that in some book, but I don't re- 
member where." 

"Well, it must be removed," said the King 
very decidedly, and he called to the Queen, w4io 
was passing at the moment, "My dear! I wish 
you would have this cat removed!" 

The Queen had only one way of settling all 
difficulties, great or small. " Off with his head I" 
she said without even lookino: round. 


"I'll fetch the executioner myself," said the 
King eagerly, and he hurried off. 

Alice thought she might as well go back and 
see how the game was going on, as she heard 
the Queen's voice in the distance, screaming 
with passion. She had already heard her sen- 
tence three of the players to be executed for 
having missed their turns, and she did not like 
the look of things at all, as the game was in 
such confusion that she never knew whether it 
was her turn or not. So she w^ent off in search 
of her hedgehog. 

The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with 
another hedgehog, which seemed to Ahce an 
excellent opportunity for ci-oqueting one of them 
with the other: the only difficulty was, that 
her flamingo was gone across to the other side 
of the garden, where Alice could see it trying 
m a helpless sort of way to fly up into a tree. 

By the time she had caught the flamingo 
and brought it back, the fight was over, and 
both the hedgehogs were out of sight: '^but it 


doesn't matter much," thought Alice, " as all the 
arches are gone from this side of the ground." 
So she tucked it away under her arm, that it 
might not escape again, and went back to have 
a little more conversation with her friend. 

When she got back to the Cheshire Cat, she 
was surprised to find quite a large crowd col- 
lected round it: there was a dispute going on 
between the executioner, the King, and the 
Queen, who were all talking at once, wdiile all 
the rest were quite silent, and looked very 

The moment Alice appeared, she was ap- 
pealed to by all three to settle the question, 
and they repeated their arguments to her, 
though, as they all spoke at once, she found it 
very hard to make out exactly what they said. 

The executioner's argument was, that you 
couldn't cut off a head unless there was a body 
to cut it off from: that he had never had to 
do such a thing before, and he wasn't going to 
begin at Jiis time of life. 




The King's argument was, that anything that 
had a head could be beheaded, and that you 
weren't to talk nonsense. 

The Queen's argument was, that if some- 
thing wasn't done about it in less than no time, 
she'd have everybody executed, all round. (It 


was this last remark that had made the whole 
party look so grave and anxious.) 

Alice could think of nothing else to say but 
^^It belongs to the Duchess: you'd better ask 
her about it," 

" She's in prison," the Queen said to the exe- 
cutioner: "fetch her here." And the execu- 
tioner went off like an arrow. 

The Cat's head began fading away the mo- 
ment he was gone, and, by the time he had come 
back with the Duchess, it had entirely disap- 
peared: so the King and the executioner ran 
wildly up and down looking for it, while the 
rest of the pariy went bacK to the game. 


THE MOCK turtle's STORY. 

^^ You can't think how glad I am to see you 
again, you dear old thing!" said the Duchess, 
as she tucked her arm affectionately into Alice's, 
and they walked off together. 

Alice was very glad to find her in such a 
pleasant temper, and thought to herself that 
perhaps it was only the pepper that had made 
her so savage when they met in the kitchen. 
^^ When I^m a Duchess," she said to herself, (not 
in a very hopeful tone though,) " I Avon't have 
any pepper in my kitchen at all. Soup does 


very well without — Maybe it's always pepper 
that makes people hot-tempered," she went on, 
very much pleased at having found out a new 
kind of rule, " and vinegar that makes them 
sour — and camomile that makes them bitter — 
and — and barley-sugar and such things that 
make children sweet-tempered. I only wish 
people knew that: then they wouldn't be so 
stingy about it, you know — " 

She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this 
time, and was a little startled when she heard 
her voice close to her ear. "You're thinking 
about something, my dear, and that makes you 
forget to talk. I can't tell you just now what 
the moral of that is, but I shall remember it 
in a bit." 

"Perhaps it hasn't one," Alice ventured to 

" Tut, tut, child ! " said the Duchess. " Every- 
thing's got a moral, if only you can find it." 
And she squeezed herself up closer to Alice's 
side as she spoke. 



Alice did not much like her keeping so close 
to her : first, because the Duchess Avas very 
ugly, and secondly, because she was exactly the 

right height to 
rest her chin on 
Alice^s shoulder, 
and it was an 
sharp chin. How- 
evei', she did not 
like to be rude, so 
she bore it as well 
as she could. 

" The game's 
going on rather 
better now," she 
said by way of 
keeping up the conversation a little. 

"'Tis so," said the Duchess: "and the moral 
of that is — 'Oh, 'tis love, 'tis love, that makes 
the woi'ld go round!'" 

"Somebody said," Alice whispered, "that it's 
done by everybody minding their ow^n business! " 


^^ Ah, well! It means much the same thing," 
said the Duehess, digging her sharp little chin 
into Alice's shoulder as she added, " and the 
moral of tJiat is — ^ Take care of the sense, and 
the sounds will take care of themselves.'" 

^^How fond she is of finding morals in 
things ! " Alice thought to herself. 

"I daresay you're wondering why I don't 
put my arm round your waist," said the Duchess 
after a pause: "the reason is, that I'm doubt- 
ful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall 
I try the experiment?" 

"He might bite," Alice cautiously replied, 
not feeling at all anxious to have the experi- 
ment tried. 

"Very true," said the Duchess: "flamingoes 
and mustard both bite. And the moral of that 
is — ^ Birds of a feather flock together.'" 

"Only mustard isn't a bird," Alice remarkedo 

"Right, as usual," said the Duchess: "what 
a clear way you have of putting things ! " 

"It's a mineral, I think,^^ said Alice. 


"Of course it is," said the Duchess, who 
seemed ready to agree to everything that AUce 
said; "there's a large mustard-mine near here. 
And the moral of that is — ^The more there is 
of mine, the less there is of youi's.' " 

" Oh, I know ! " exclaimed Alice, who had 
not attended to this last remark, " it's a vegetable. 
It doesn't look like one, but it is." 

"I quite agree with you," said the Duchess, 
"and the moral of that is — "^Be what you would 
seem to be' — or, if you'd like it put more 
simply — ^^ever imagine yourself not to be 
otherwise than what it might appear to others 
that what you were or might have been was 
not otherwise than what you had been would 
have appeared to them to be otherwise.' " 

"I think I should understand that better," 
Alice said very politely, "if I had it written 
down: but I can't quite follow it as you say 

" That's nothing to what I could say if I 
chose," the Duchess replied in a pleased tone. 


"Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any 
longer than that," said Alice. 

"Oh, don't talk about trouble!" said the 
Duchess. "I make you a jjresent of every- 
thing I've said as yet." 

"A cheap sort of present!" thought Alice. 
"I'm glad they don't give birthday presents 
like that!" But she did not venture to say it 
out loud. 

"Thinking again?" the Duchess asked, with 
another dig of her sharp little chin. 

"I've a right to think," said Alice sharply, 
for she was beginning to feel a little worried. 

" Just about as much right," said the Duchess, 
"as i^igs have to fly: and the m — " 

But here, to Alice's great surprise, the 
Duchess' voice died away, even in the middle 
of her favorite word ^ moral,' and the arm 
that was linked into hers began to tremble. 
Alice looked up, and there stood the Queen in 
front of them, with her arms folded, frowning 
like a thunderstorm. 


^^A fine day, your Majesty!" the Duchess 
began in a low, weak voice. 

" IS'ow, I give you fair warning," shouted the 
Queen, stamping on the ground as she spoke; 
" either you or your head must be off, and that 
in about half no time! Take your choice!" 

The Duchess took her choice, and was gone 
in a moment, 

"Let's go on with the game," the Queen 
said to Alice, and Alice was too much frightened 
to say a word, but slowly followed her back to 
the croquet-ground. 

The other guests had taken advantage of 
the Queen's absence, and were resting in the 
shade: however, the moment they saw hei', they 
huri'ied back to the game, the Queen merely 
remarking that a moment's delay would cost 
them their lives. 

All the time they were playing the Queen 
never left off quarrelling with the other players^, 
and shouting "Off with his head!" or "Off 
with her head ! " Those whom she sentenced 


were taken into custody by the soldiers, who 
of course had to leave off being arches to do 
this, so that by the end of half an hour or so 
there were no arches left, and all the players, 
except the King, the Queen, and Alice, were in 
custody, and under sentence of execution. 

Then the Queen left off, quite out of breath, 
and said to Alice, "Have you seen the Mock 
Turtle yet?" 

" 1^0," said Alice. " I don't even know what 
a Mock Turtle is." 

"It's the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made 
from," said the Queen. 

" I never saw one, or heard of one," said Alice. 

" Come on, then," said the Queen, " and he 
shall tell you his history." 

As they walked off together, Alice heard the 
King say in a low voice, to the company gener- 
ally, " You are all pardoned." " Come, tliafs a 
good thing!" she said to herself, for she had 
felt quite unhappy at the number of executions 
the Queen had ordered. 



They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying 
fast asleep in the sun. (If you don't know what 
a Gryphon is, look at the picture.) " Up, lazy 
thing ! " said the Queen, " and take this young 
lady to see the Mock Turtle, and to hear his 
history, I must go back and see after some 
executions I have ordered;" and she walked off^ 
leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon. Alice 
did not quite like the look of the creature, but 
on the whole she thought it would be quite as 


safe to stay with it as to go after that savage 
Queen: so she waited. 

The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes : 
then it watched the Queen till she was out of 
sight: then it chuckled. "What fun! " said the 
Gryphon, half to itself, half to Alice. 

"AVhat is the fun?" said Alice. 

" Why, s/ze," said the Gryphon. " It's all her 
fancy, that : they never executes nobody, you 
know. Come on ! " 

" Everybody says ^ come on ! ' here," thought 
Alice, as she went slowly after it : "I never was 
so ordered about before in all my life, never! " 

They had not gone far before they saw the 
Mock Turtle in the distance, sitting sad and 
lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they 
came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as 
if his heart would break. She pitied him deeply. 
"What is his sorrow?" she asked the Gryphon^ 
and the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the 
same words as before, " It's all his fancy, that : 
he hasn't got no sorrow, you know. Come on! " 



So they went up to the Mock Turtle^ who \ 

looked at them with large eyes full of teai'Sc i 

but said nothing. ; 

" This here young lady," said the Gryphon, ] 

"she wants for to know your history, she do." \ 

"I'll tell it her," said the Mock Turtle in a 
deep, hollow tone: "sit down both of you, and 

don't speak a word till I'v^e finished." ' 

So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some ' 

minutes. Alice thought to herself, " I don't see \ 

how he can eve?^ finish, if he doesn't begin." ' 

But she waited patiently. j 

"Once," said the Mock Turtle at last, with ! 

a deep sigh, " I was a real Turtle." i 

These words were followed by a very long 
silence, broken only by an occasional exclama- 
tion of "Hjckrrh!" from the Gryphon, and the i 
constant heavy sobl)ing of the Mock Turtle. | 
Alice Avas very nearly getting up and saying, 
" Thank you, sir, for your interesting story," j 
but she could not help thinking there must be I 
more to come, so she sat still and said nothing. i 



"When we were little," the Mock Turtle 
went on at last, more calmly, though still sob- 
bing a little now and then, " we went to school 
in the sea. The master was an old Turtle — - we 
used to call him Tortoise — " 


" Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't 
one?" Alice asked. 

"We called him Tortoise because he taught 
us," said the Mock Turtle angrily; "really you 
are very dull ! " 

^'You ought to be ashamed of yourself for 
asking such a simple question," added the 
Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and 
looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink 
into the earth. At last the Gryphon said to 
the Mock Turtle, " Drive on, old fellow! Don't 
be all day about it!" and he went on in these 

"Yes, we went to school in the sea, though 
you mayn't believe it — '^ 

" I never said I didn't ! '^ interrupted Alice. 

"You did," said the Mock Turtle. 

"Hold your tongue!" added the Gryphon, 
before Alice could speak again. The Mock 
Turtle went on. 

" We had the best of educations — in fact^ we 
went to school every day — " 


^^ Tve been to a day-school too," said Alice; 
'^you needn't be so proud as all that." 

"With extras?" asked the Mock Turtle a 
little anxiously. 

"Yes," said Alice, "we learned French and 

" And washing ? " said the Mock Turtle. 

" Certainly not ! " said Alice indignantly. 

" Ah ! Then yours wasn't a really good school," 
said the Mock Turtle in a tone of great relief. 
"I^ow at OUTS they had at the end of the bill, 
^French, music, and washing — extra.*" 

"You couldn't have wanted it much," said 
Alice; "living at the bottom of the sea." 

" I couldn't afford to learn it," said the Mock 
Turtle with a sigh. "I only took the regular 

"What was that?" enquired Alice. 

"Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin 
with," the Mock Turtle repHed : " and then the 
different branches of Arithmetic — Ambition, Dis° 
traction, Uglification, and Derision." 


^^ I never heard of ^ Uglification.' " Alice ven- 
tured to say. " What is it ? " 

The Gryphon hfted up both its paAvs in sur- 
prise. " ^ever heard of uglifying ! " it exclaimed. 
" You know what to beautify is, I suppose ? " 

^^Yes," said Alice, doubtfully: "it means — 
to — make — anything — prettier." 

'■ Well then," the Gryphon went on, " if you 
don't know what to uglify is, you are a 

Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any 
more questions about it, so she turned to the 
Mock Turtle, and said, " What else had you to 
learn ? " 

" Well, there was Mystery," the Mock Turtle 
replied, counting off the subjects on his flappers, — 
"Mystery, ancient and modern, with Seaography: 
then Drawling — the Drawling-master was an old 
conger-eel, that used to come once a Aveek: lie 
taught us Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in 

" What was tliat like ? " said Alice. 


^^ Well, I can't show it you, myself," the Mock 
Turtle said: "I'm too stiff. And the Gryphon 
never learnt it." 

" Hadn't time," said the Gryphon : " I went 
to the Classical master, though. He was an 
old crab, he was." 

^^I never went to him," the Mock Turtle 
said with a sigh: "he taught Laughing and 
Grief, they used to say." 

" So he did, so he did," said the Gryphon, 
sighing in his turn, and both creatures hid their 
faces in their paws. 

"And how many hours a day did you do 
lessons ? " said Alice, in a hurry to change the 

"Ten hours the first day," said the Mock 
Turtle: "nine the next, and so on." 

"What a curious plan! " exclaimed Alice. 

"That's the reason they're called lessons,'' 
the Gryphon remarked: "because they lessen 
from day to day." 

This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she 



thought it over a little before she made her next 
remark. " Then the eleventh day must have 
been a holiday?" 

" Of course it was," said the Mock Turtle. 

" And how did you manage on the twelfth ? " 
Alice went on eagei-ly. 

" That's enough about lessons," the Gryphon 
interrupted in a very decided tone: "tell her 
something about the games now." 



The Mock Tuille sighed deejDly, and drew 
the back of one flapper aci-oss his eyes. He 
looked at Alice and tried to speak, but for a 
mmute or two sobs choked his vuice. "Same 
as if he had a bone in his throat," said the 
Gryphon, and it set to work shaking him 
and punching him in the back. At last the 
Mock Turtle recovered his voice, and, with tears 
running down his cheeks, he went on again: — 

"You may not have hved much under the 
sea — " (" I haven't," said Alice) — " and perhaps 
you were never even introduced to a lobster — " 


(Alice began to say ^^I once tasted — " but 
checked herself hastily, and said, "No, never") — - 
"so yon can have no idea what a delightful thing 
a Lobster-Quadrille is! " 

" No, indeed," said Alice. " "What sort of a 
dance is it?" 

"Why," said the Gryphon, "you first form 
into a line along tne seashore — " 

" Two lines ! " cried the Mock Turtle, " Seals, 
turtles, salmon, and so on: then, when you've 
cleared all the jelly-fish out of the way — " 

" That generally takes some time," mter- 
rupted the Gryphon. 

" — you advance twice — " 

"Each with a lobster as a partner!" cried 
the Gryphon. 

" Of course," the Mock Turtle said : " advance 
twice, set to partners — " 

" — change lobsters, and retire in same order," 
continued the Gryphon. 

"Then, you know," the Mock Turtle went 
on, "you throw the — " 


^^ The lobsters ! " shouted the Gryphon, with 
a bound mto the ah*. 

" — as far out to sea as you can — " 

" Swhii after them ! " screamed the Gryphon. 

" Turn a somersault in the sea ! " cried the 
Mock Turtle, capering wildly about. 

" Change lobsters again ! " yelled the Gryphon 
at the top of its voice. 

" Back to land again, and — that's all the first 
figure," said the Mock Turtle, suddenly dropping 
his voice, and the two creatures, who had been 
jumping about like mad things all this time, 
sat down again very sadly and quietly, and 
looked at Alice. 

" It must be a very pretty dance," said Alice 

"Would you like to see a little of it?" said 
the Mock Turtle. 

"Very much indeed," said Alice. 

"Come, let's try the first figure!" said the 
Mock Turtle to the Gryphon. "We can do it 
without lobsters, you know. W^hich shall sing?" 



" Oh, you sing," said the Gryphon. " I've 
forgotten the words." 

So they began solemnly dancing ronnd and 
round Alice, every now and then treading on 
her toes when they passed too close, and waving 
their fore-paws to mark the time, while the 
Mock Turtle sang this, very slowly and sadly: — - 

QUADRILLE. 151 '. 


*^Will you walk a little faster T"* said a whiting to a 

^^There^s a porjjoise close behind us, and he's treading 

on my tail. ] 

See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! \ 

They are waiting on the shingle — will you come and 

join the dance ? 
Will you, woiTbt you, will you, wonH you, will you 

join the dance 9 : 

Will you, won't you, will you, woyiHt you, wonH you \ 

join the dance? 

" You cayi really have no notion how delightful it will < 

be \ 

When they talce us up and throw us, with the lobsters, ] 

out to seal j 

But the snail replied " Too far, too far!''' and gave a 

looJc askance — ! 

8aid lie tJianked the whiting kindly, but he would not ] 

join tlie dance. \ 

Would not, could not, ivould not, could not, would 

not join the dance. 

Would not, could not, would not, could not, could 

not join the dance. 


" What matters it how far ice go ? " his scaly frienA 


^^ There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. 

The further off from England the nearer is to France; 

Then tu7m not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the 


Will you, won't you, will you, woril you, "mil you join 

the danced 
Will you, 100)1 1 you, will you, won't you, wovHt you 
join the dance?" 

" Thank you, it's a very interesting dance to 
watch," said AHce, feeUng very glad that it was 
over at last ; " and I do so like that curioD.s 
song about the whiting!" 

"Oh, as to the whiting," said the Mock 
Turtle, "they — you've seen them, of course?'^ 

"Yes," said Alice, "I've often seen them at 
dinn — '^ she checked herself hastily. 

" I don't know where Dinn may be," said 
the Mock Turtle, " but if you've seen them m 
oiten, of course you know what they're like." 

" I believe so," Alice replied thoughtfully 


^^ They have their tails in their mouths ; — and 
they're all over crumbs." 

"You're wrong about the crumbs," said the 
Mock Turtle : " crumbs would all wash off in 
the sea. But they have their tails in their 
mouths; and the reason is — " here the Mock 
Turtle yawned and shut his eyes. — "Tell her 
about the reason and all that," he said to the 

" The reason is," said the Gryphon, " that 
they ivould go with the lobsters to the dance. 
So they got thrown out to sea. So they had 
to fall a long way. So they got their tails fast 
in their mouths. So they couldn't get them 
out again. That's all." 

"Thank you," said Alice, "it's very interest- 
ing. I never knew so much about a whiting 

"I can tell you more than that, if you like," 
said the Gryphon. "Do you know why it's 
called a whiting?" 

"I never thought about it," said Alice. 


^"^ It does the hoots mid shoes,'^^ the Gryphon 
replied very solemnly. 

Alice was thoroughly puzzlecL "Does the 
boots and shoes ! " she repeated in a wonder- 
ing tone. 

" Why, what are your shoes done with ? " 
said the Gryphon. "I mean, what makes them 
so shiny?" 

Alice looked down at them, and considered 
a little before she gave her answer, " They're 
done with blacking, I believe." 

"Boots and shoes under the sea," the Gry- 
phon went on in a deep voice, " are done with 
whiting. !N^ow you know." 

"And what are they made of?" Alice asked 
in a tone of great curiosity. 

"Soles and eels, of course," the Gryphon 
replied rather imiDatiently : " any shrimp could 
have told you that." 

"If I'd been the whiting," said Alice, whose 
thoughts were still running on the song, "I'd 
have said to the porpoise, ^Keep back, please: 
we don't want vou with usl'" 


" They were obliged to have him with them," 
the Mock Turtle said: "no wise fish would go 
anywhere without a porpoise." 

"Wouldn't it really?" said Ahce in a tone 
of great surprise. 

"Of course not," said the Mock Turtle: 
"why, if a fish came to me^ and told me he 
was going a journey, I should say ^ With what 
Dorpoise ? ' " 

" Don't you mean ^ purpose ? ' " said Alice. 

"I mean what I say," the Mock Turtle re- 
plied in an offended tone. And the Gryphon 
added " Come, let's hear some of your adven- 

" I could tell you my adventures — beginning 
from this monung," said Alice a little timidly: 
"but it's no use going back to yesterday, 
because I was a different person then." 

"Explain all that," said the Mock Turtle. 

" No, no ! the adventures first," said the 
Gryphon in an impatient tone: "explanations 
take such a dreadful time." 


So Alice began telling them her adventures 
from the time when she first saw the White 
Rabbit: she was a little nervous about it just at 
first, the two creatures got so close to her, one 
on each side, and opened their eyes and mouths 
so very w-ide, but she gained courage as she 
went on. Hei* hsteners were perfectly quiet 
till she got to the part about her repeating 
" You are old, Father William^'' to the Cater- 
pillar, and the v/ords all coming different, and 
then the Mock Turtle drew a long breath, and 
said, " That's very curious." 

"It's all about as curious as it can be," said 
the Grj^phon. 

"It all came different!" the Mock Turtle 
repeated thoughtfully. "I should like to hear 
her tiy and repeat something now. Tell her 
to begin." He looked at the Gryphon as if he 
thought it had some kind of authority over 

"Stand up and repeat "^^Tis the voice of the 
%liiggardP^ said the Gryphon. 



^^ How the creatures 
order one about, and 
make one repeat les- 
sons ! "thought Alice. 
" I might just as well 
be at school at once." 
However, she got up, i^\^^ 
and began to repeat 'jlj^y 
it, but her head was 
so full of the Lob- 
ster-Quadrille, that 
she hardly knew what 
she was saying, and 
the words came very ^g 
queer indeed: — 

"'T/s the voice of the lobster; I heard him declare, 
' You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair} 
As a duck lolth its eyelids , so he with his nose 
Trims his belt and his buttons^ and turns out his toes J 

" That's different from what I used to saj? 
when I was a child," said the Gryphon. 


^^ Well, I never heard it before," said the Mock 
Turtle ; " but it sounds uncommon nonsense." 

Alice said nothing: she had sat down again 
with her face in her hands, wondering if any- 
thing would ever happen in a natural way 

"I should like to have it explained," said the 
Mock Turtle. 

"She can't explain it," said the Gryphon 
hastily. " Go on with the next verse." 

"But about his toes?" the Mock Turtle 
persisted. " How could he turn them out with 
his nose, you know?" 

"It's the first position in dancing," Alice 
said; but she was dreadfully puzzled by the 
whole thing, and longed to change the subject. 

"Go on with the next verse," the Gryphon 
repeated impatiently: "it begins "^ I jyassed hy 
his garden.'' '^'^ 

Alice did not dare to disobey, though she 
felt sure it would all come wrong, and she went 
on in a tromblin«y voice : — 


*^ I passed by his garden^ and marked, with one eye. 
How the owl and the oyster were sharing the pie — - " 

^^ What is the use of repeating all that stuff," 
the Mock Turtle interrupted, " if you don't ex- 
plain it as you go on? It's by far the most con- 
fusing thing I ever heard ! " 

"Yes, I think you'd better leave off," said 
the Gryphon, and Alice was only too glad to 
do so. 

" Shall we try another figure of the Lobster- 
Quadrille?" the Gryphon went on. '-Or would 
you like the Mock Turtle to sing you a song? " 

"Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turtle would 
be so kind," Alice replied, so eagerly that the 
Gryphon said, in a rather offended tone, "Hm! 
]S'o accounting for tastes! Sing her "^Turtle 
Soup,'' Avill you, old fellow?" 

The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, 
in a voice sometimes choked with sobs, to sing 
this : — 


"^ Beautiful Soiqj, so rich and green. 
Waiting in a hot tureen! 
Who for such dainties would not stoop f 
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! 
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! 

Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! 

Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! 
Soo — 00]) of the e — e — evening. 

Beautiful, beautiful Soup! 

^Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish c> 
Game, or any otJier dish? 
Who would not give all else for tioo p 
ennywortli only of beautiful Soup? 
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup? 

Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! 

Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! 
Soo — ooj) of the e — e — evening. 

Beautiful, beauti—FUL SOUP!'' 

^^ Chorus again!" cried the Gryphon, and the 
Mock Turtle had just begun to repeat it, when 


a cry of " The trial's beginning ! " was heard in 
the distance. 

" Come on ! " cried the Gryphon, and, taking 
Alice by the hand, it hurried off, without wait- 
ing for the end of the song. 

"What trial is it?" Alice j3anted as she ran, 
but the Gryphon only answered " Come on ! " 
and ran the faster, while more and more faintly 
came, carried on the breeze tnat followed them, 
the melancholy words : — 

" /boo — oop of the e — e — evening^ 
Beautiful i beautiful Soup f^ 



The King and Queen of Hearts were seated 
on their throne when thej ari-ived, with a great 
crowd assembled about them — all sorts of little 
birds and beasts, as we!^ as the whole pack of 
cards: the Knave was standing before them, 
in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard 
him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, 
with a trumpet in one hand, and a scroll of 
parchment in the other. In the very middle 
of the court was a table, with a large dish of 


tarts upon it: they looked so good, that it 
made Alice quite hungry to look at them — "I 
wish they'd get the trial done," she thought, 
"and hand round the refreshments! " But there 
seemed to be no chance of this, so she began 
looking at everything about her to pass away 
the time. 

Alice had never been in a court of justice 
before, but she had read about them in books, 
and she was quite pleased to find that she knew 
the name of nearly everything there. " That's 
the judge," she said to herself, " because of his 
great wig." 

The judge, by the way, was the King, and 
as he wore his crown over the wig, (look at 
the frontispiece if you want to see how he did 
it,) he did not look at all comfortable, and it 
was certainly not becoming. 

"And that's the jury-box," thought Alice, 
" and those twelve creatures," (she was obliged 
to say " creatures," you see, because some of 
them were animals, and some were birds,) "T 


suppose they are the jurors." She said this 
last word two or three times over to herself, 
being rather proud of it: for she thought, and 
rightly too, that very few little girls of her age 
knew the meaning of it at all. However, "jury- 
men" would have done just as well. 

The twelve jurors were all writing very 
busily on slates. "What are they doing?" Alice 
whispered to the Gryphon. " They can't have 
anything to put down yet, before the trial's 

" They're putting down their names," the 
Gryphon whispered in reply, "for fear they 
should forget them before the end of the trial." 

" Stupid things ! " Alice began in a loud 
indignant voice, but she stopped herself hastily, 
for the White Rabbit cried out, " Silence in the 
court ! " and the King put on his spectacles and 
looked anxiously round, to make out who was 

Alice could see, as well as if she were look- 
ing over their shoulders, that all the jurors were 


writing down " stupid things ! " on their slates, 
and she could even make out that one of them 
didn't know how to spell ^^ stupid," and that he 
had to ask his neighbor to tell him. "A nice 
muddle their slates '11 be in before the trial's 
over!" thought Alice. 

One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. 
This, of course, Alice could not stand, and she 
went round the court and got behind him, and 
very soon found an opportunity of taking it 
away. She did it so quickly that the poor 
little juror (it was Bill, the Lizard) could not 
make out at all what had become of it; so, 
after hunting all about for it, he was obliged 
to write with one finger for the rest of the 
day; and this was of very little use, as it left 
no mark on the slate. 

" Herald, read the accusation ! " said the 

On this the White Eabbit blew three blasts 
on the trumpet, and then unrolled the parch- 
ment scroll, and read as follows : — 




The Queen of Hearts^ she made some tartS', 

All on a summer day : 
The ITnave of Hearts, he stole those fartSf 

And toolc them quite aivay!^^ 

^^ Consider your verdict," the King said to -j 
the jury. 'i 


"^'ot yet, not yet!" the Rabbit hastily in- 
terrupted. " There's a great deal to come before 

"Call the first witness," said the King; and 
the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the 
trumpet, and called out, " First witness ! " 

The first witness was the Hatter. He came 
in with a teacup in one hand, and a piece of 
bread-and-butter in the other. "I beg pardon, 
your Majesty," he began, "for bringing these 
in: but I hadn't quite finished my tea when 
I was sent for." 

" You ought to have finished," said the King. 
""When did you begin?" 

The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who 
had followed him into the court, arm-in-arm 
with the Dormouse. "Fourteenth of March, I 
think it was," he said. 

"Fifteenth," said the March Hare. , 

" Sixteenth," added the Dormouse. 

"Write that down," the King said to the 
jury, and the jury eagerly wrote down all three 


dates on their slates, and then added them up, 
and reduced the answer to shilUngs and pence. 

"Take off your hat," the King said to the 

"It isn't mine," said the Hatter. 

^^ Stolen !^'^ the King exclaimed, turning to 
the jury, who instantly made a memorandum 
of the fact. 

"I keep them to sell," the Hatter added as 
an explanation: "I've none of my own. I'm 
a hatter." 

Here the Queen put on her spectacles, and 
began staring hard at the Hatter, who turned 
pale and fidgeted. 

"Give your evidence," said the King; "and 
don't be nervous, or I'll have you executed on 
the spot." 

This did not seem to encourage the witness 
at all: he kept shifting from one foot to the 
other, looking uneasily at the Queen, and in 
his confusion he bit a large piece out of his 
teacup instead of the bread-and-butter. 


Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious 
sensation, which puzzled her a good deal until 
she made out what it was: she was beginning 
to groN larger again, and she thought at first 
she would get up and leave the court; but on 
second thoughts she decided to remain where 
she was as long as there was room for her. 

"I wish you wouldn't squeeze so," said the 
Dormouse, who was sitting next to her. " I can 
hardly breathe." 

"I can't help it," said Alice very meekly: 
^^ I'm growing." 

" You've no right to grow liere^^ said the 

" Don't talk nonsense," said Alice more boldly: 
^^ you know you're growing too." 

" Yes, but I grow at a reasonable pace," said 
the Dormouse: "not in that ridiculous fashion." 
And he got up verj^ sulkily and crossed over 
to the other side of the court. 

All this time the Queen had never left off 
staring at the Hatter, and, just as the Dormouiiie 



crossed the court, she said to one of the officers 
of the court, " Bring me the Hst of the singers in 
the last concert! " on which the wretched Hatter 

trembled so, that he 
shook both his shoes 

" Give your evi- 
dence," the King re- 
peated angrily, " or 
I'll have you execu- 
ted, whether you're 
nervous or not." 

" I'm a poor man, 

your Majesty," the 

Hatter began in a 

trembling voice, " and 

I hadn't but just begun my tea — not above 

a week or so — and Avhat with the bread-and« 

butter getting so thin — and the twinkling of 

the tea — " 

^^The twinkling of what?^^ said the King. 
^^ It hegan with the tea," the Hatter replied. 


" Of course twinkling begins with a T ! " said 
the King sharply. ^^ Do you take me for a 
dunce ? Go on I " 

" I'm a poor man," the Hatter went on, ^^ and 
most things twinkled after that — only the March 
Hare said *" 

" I didn't ! " the March Hare interrupted in 
a great hurry, 

"You did!" said the Hatter. 

" I deny it ! " said the March Hare. 

"He denies it," said the King: "leave out 
that part." 

"Well, at any rate, the Dormouse said — " the 
Hatter went on, looking anxiously round to see 
if he would deny it too: but the Dormouse 
denied nothing, being fast asleep. 

"After that," continued the Hatter, "I cut 
some more bread-and-butter -" 

"But what did the Dormouse say?" one of 
the jury asked. 

" That I can't remember," said the Hatter. 

"You must remember," remarked the King, 
^or I'll have vou executed." 


The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and 
bread-and-butter, and went down on one kneeo 
"I'm a poor man, your Majesty," he began. 

"You're a very poor speaker,^^ said the 

Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered, and was 
immediately suppressed by the officers of the 
court. (As that is rather a hard word, I will 
just explain to you how it was done. They had 
a large canvass bag, which tied \\\) at the mouth 
with strings: into this they slipped the guinea- 
pig, head first, and then sat upon it.) 

"I'm glad I've seen that done," thought 
Alice. "I've so often read in the newspapers, 
at the end of trials, ^ There was some attempt 
at applause, which was immediately suppressed 
by the officers of the court,' and I never under- 
stood what it meant till now." 

"If that's all you know about it, you may 
stand down," continued the King. 

" I can't go no lower," said the Hatter : " I'm 
on the floor, as it is." 



" Then you may sit down," the King rephed. 
Here the other guinea-pig cheered, and was 

" Come, that finishes the guinea-pigs ! " thought 
Ahce. " ]^ow we shall get on better." 

'^I'd rather finish my tea," said the Hatter, 
with an anxious look at the Queen, who was 
reading the list of singers. 

^^ You may go," said the King, and the Hatter 
hurriedly left the court, without even waiting to 
put his shoes on, 

^^ and just take his head ofi* outside," the 


Queen added to one of the officers; but the 
Hatter was out of sight before the officer could 
get to the door. 

" Call the next witness ! " said the King. 

The next witness was the Duchess' cook. 
She carried the pepper-box in her hand; and 
Alice guessed who it was, even before she got 
into the court, by the way the people near the 
door began sneezing all at once. 

" Give your evidence," said the King. 

"Shan't," said the cook. 

The King looked anxiously at the "White 
Rabbit, who said in a low voice, " Your Majesty 
must cross-examine this witness." 

" Well, if I must, I must," the King said with 
a melancholy air, and, after folding his arms and 
frowning at the cook till his eyes were nearly 
out of sight, he said in a deep voice, " What are 
tarts made of ? " 

" Pepper, mostly," said the cook. 

" Treacle," said a sleepy voice behind her. 

" Collar that Dormouse ! " the Queen shrieked 


out. " Behead that Dormouse ! Turn that Dor- 
mouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch him! 
Off with his whiskers ! " 

For some minutes the whole court was in 
confusion, getting the Dormouse turned out, and, 
by the time they had settled down again, the 
cook had disappeared. 

" INTever mind ! " said the King, with an air 
of great relief. " Call the next witness." And 
he added in an under-tone 1o the Queen, 
"Keally, my dear, you must cross-examine the 
next witness. It quite makes my forehead ache ! " 

Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled 
over the list, feeling very cui-ious to see what 
the next witness would be like, " — for they 
haven't got much evidence yet^^^ she said to 
hei'self. Imagine her surprise, wiien the White 
Rabbit read out, at the top of his shrill little 
voice, the name " Alice ! " 

Alice's evidence, 

" Here ! " cried Alice, quite forgetting in the 
fluny of the moment how large she had grown 
in the last few minutes, and she jumped up in 
such a hurry that she tipped over the jury-box 
with the edge of her skirt, upsetting all the jury- 
men on to the heads of the crowd below, and 
there they lay sprawling about, reminding her 
veiy much of a globe of gold-fish she had 
accidentally upset the week before. 

" Oh, I heg your pardon ! " she exclaimed in 
a tone of great dismay, and began picking them 
up again as quickly as she could, for the acci- 



dent of the gold-fish kept running in her headj 
and she had a vague sort of idea that they must 
be collected at once and put back into the jury- 
box, or they would die. 



" The trial cannot proceed," said the King in 
a very grave voice, "until all the jurymen are 
back in their proper places — a?Z," he repeated 
with great emphasis, looking hard at Alice as 
he said so. 

Alice looked at the jury-box, and saw that, 
in her haste, she had put the Lizard in head 
downwards, and the poor little thing was waving 
its tail about in a mehmcholy way, being quite 
unable to move. She soon got it out again, and 
put it right; "not that it signifies much," she 
said to herself; "I should think it would be 
quite as much use in the trial one way up as 
the other." 

As soon as the jury had a little recovered 
from the shock of being upset, and their slates 
and pencils had been found and handed back to 
them, they set to work very diligently to write 
out a history of the accident, all except the 
Lizard, who seemed too much overcome to do 
anything but sit with its mouth ojDcn, gazing 
up into the roof of the court. 


"What do you know about this business ^ 
the King said to Alice. 

"Nothing," said AHce. 

"JN'othing ivliateverf'' persisted the King. 

"Nothing whatever," said AHce. 

" That's very important," the King said, turn- 
ing to the jury. They were just beginning to 
write this down on their shites, when the White 
Rabbit interrupted: " ^mmportant, your Majesty 
means, of course," he said in a very respectful 
tone, but frowning and making faces at him as 
he spoke. 

" r/mmportant, of course, I meant," the King 
hastily said, and went on to himself in an under- 
tone, " important — unimportant — unimportant — 

important " as if he were trying which word 

sounded best. 

Some of the jury wrote it down " important," 
and some " unimportant." Alice could see this, 
as she was near enough to look over their 
slates ; " but it doesn't matter a bit," she thought 
to herself. 


At this moment the King, who had been for 
some time busily writing in his note-book, called 
out " Silence ! " and read out from his book, 
^^ Rule Forty-two. All 2>ersons more than a mile 
high to leave the courtP 

Everybody looked at Alice. 

^^ Vm not a mile high," said Alice. 

" You are," said the King. 

" Nearly two miles high," added the Queen. 

" Well, I shan't go, at any rate," said ^Vlice ; 
^^ besides, that's not a regular rule : you invented 
it just now." 

"It's the oldest rule in the book," said the 

" Then it ought to be I*^umber One," said Alice. 

The King turned pale, and shut his note- 
book hastily. "Consider your verdict," he said to 
the jury, in a low trembling voice. 

" There's more evidence to come yet, please 
your Majesty," said the White Rabbit, jumping 
up in a great hurry; "this paper has just been 
picked up." 


^^ "What's ill it?" said the Queen. 

"I haveirt opened it yet," said the White 
Kabbit, '' but it seems to be a letter, written by 
the prisoner to — to somebody." 

"It must have been that," said the King, 
"unless it was written to nobody, which isn't 
usual, you know." 

"Who is it directed to?" said one of the 

"It isn't directed at all," said the White 
Eabbit; "in fact, there's nothing written on the 
outside^ He unfolded the paper as he spoke, 
and added, "It isn't a letter after all: it's a 
set of verses." 

"Are they in the prisoner's handwriting?" 
asked another of the jurymen. 

"JS'o, they're not," said the White Rabbit, 
" and that's the queerest thing about it." (The 
jury all looked puzzled.) 

"He must have imitated somebody else's 
hand," said the King. . (The jury all brightened 
up again.) 


"Please your Majesty," said the Knave, 
"I didn't write it, and they can't prove I did: 
there's no name signed at the end." 

" If you didn't sign it," said the Kmg, " that 
only makes the matter worse. You must have 
meant some mischief, or else you'd have signed 
your name like an honest man." 

There was a general clapping of hands at 
this: it was the first really clever thing the 
King had said that day. 

" That proves his guilt," said the Queen. 

"It proves nothing of the sort!" said Alice. 
"Why, you don't even know what they're 

"Read them," said the King. 

The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. 
"Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?" 
he asked. 

"Begin at the beginning," the King said, 
gravely, " and go on till you come to the end : 
then stop." 

These were the verses the White Rabbit read : — 


'^ They told me you had been to he?', 
And mentioned me to him: 
She gave me a good character. 
But said I could 7iot swim. 

He sent them word I had not gone 
( We know it to he true) : 

If she should push the matter on. 
What would become of you? 

I gave her one, they gave him two. 
You gave us three or more; 

They all returned from him to you. 
Though they were mine before. 

If I or she should chance to be 
Involved in this affair. 

He trusts to you to set them free, 
Exactly as we were. 


My notion ivas that you had been 
(^Before she had this Jit) 

An obstacle that came between 
Him, and ourselves, and it. 

DorUt let him know she liked them best. 

For this must ever be 
A. secret, kept from all the rest. 

Between yourself and me.'' 

" That's the most unportant piece of evidence 
we've heard yet," said the King, rubbing his 
hands; so now let the jury " 

''"^f any one of them can explain it," said 
Alice, (she had grown so large in the last few 
minutes that she wasn't a bit afraid of interrupt- 
ing him,) " I'll give him sixpence. I don't 
believe there's an atom of meaning in it." 

The jury all wrote down on their slates, ">S'/26 
doesn't believe there's an atom of meaning in 


it," but none of them attempted to explain the 

" If there's no meaning in it," said the King, 
^^ that saves a world of trouble, you know, as 
we needn^t try to find any. And yet I don't 
know," he went on, spreading out the verses 
on his knee, and looking at them with one 
eye; ^^I seem to see some meaning in them, 
after all. ^ — said I could not swim — ' you can't 
swim, can you?" he added, turning to the 

The Knave shook his head sadly. ^^ Do I 
look like it?" he said. (Which he certainly 
did 7iot^ being made entirely of cardboard.) 

"All right, so far," said the King, and he 
went on muttering over the verses to himself: 
"^IFe hioiu it to he true—'' that's the jury, of 
coursp— ^ I gave lier one, they gave liim two — ' 
why, that must be what he did with the tarts, 
you know — " 

"But it goes on ^tliey all returned from Mm 
to you^ " said Alice. 



" Why, there they 
are ! " said the King 
triumphantly, pointing 
to the tarts on the 
table. " Nothing can be 
clearer than that. Then 
again— ^ before she had 
this fit—^ you never 
had fits, my dear, I 
think? "he said to the 

" JSTever ! " said the 
Queen furiously, throw- 

ing an inkstand at the Lizard as she spoke. 
(The unfortunate Httle Bill had left off writing 
on his slate with one finger, as he found it made 


110 mark; but he now hastily began again, using 
the ink, that was trickUng down his flice, as 
long as it hxsted.) 

" Then the words don't fit you," said the 
King, looking round the court with a smile. 
There was a dead silence. 

" It's a pun ! " the King added in an angry 
tone, and everybody laughed. "Let the jury 
consider their verdict," the King said, for about 
the twentieth time that day. 

"No, no!" said the Queen. "Sentence first 
— verdict afterwards." 

" Stuff and nonsense ! " said Alice loudly. 
" The idea of having the eentence first ! " 

"Hold your tongue!" said the Queen, turn- 
ing purple. 

" I won't ! " said Alice. 

"Off with her head!" th(> Queen shouted at 
the top of her voice. Nobody moved. 

" Who cares for you ? " said Alice, (she had 
grown to her full size by this ljm<?0 " You're 
nothing but a pack of cards!*' 



At this the whole pack rose up into the air, 
and came flying down upon her; she gave a 


fittle scream, half of fright and half of anger, 
and tried to beat them off, and found herself 
lying on the bank, with her head in the lap of 
her sister, who was gently brushing away some 
dead leaves that had fluttered down from the 
trees on to her face. 

" Wake np, Alice dear ! " said her sister ; 
*Svhy, what a long sleep you've had!" 

"Oh, I've had such a curious dream!" said 
Alice, and she told her sister, as well as she 
could remember them, all these strange Ad- 
ventures of hei's that you have just been read- 
mg about; and when she had finished, her sis- 
ter kissed her, and said, "It was a curious 
dream, dear, certainly: but now run in to your 
tea; it's getting late." So AHce got np and 
ran off, thinking while she ran, as well she 
might, what a wonderful dream it had been. 


But her sister sat still just as she left her, 
leaning her head on her hand, watchhig the 
setting son, and thinking of little Alice and all 
her wonderful Adventures, till she too began 
dreaming after a fashion, and this was her 
dream : — 

First, she dreamed of little Alice herself: — 
once again the tiny hands were clasped upon 
her knee, and the bright eager eyes were look- 
ing up into hers — she could hear the very tones 
of her voice, and see that queer little toss of 
her head, to keep back the wandering hair that 
ivould always get into her eyes — and still as 
she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole 
place around her became alive with the strange 
creatures of her little sister's dream. 


The long grass rustled at her feet as the 
White Rabbit hurried by — the frightened Mouse 
splashed his way through the neighboring pool 
— she could hear the rattle of the teacups as 
the March Hare and his friends shared their 
never-ending meal, and the shrill voice of the 
Queen ordering off her unfortunate guests to 
execution — once more the pig-baby was sneezing 
on the Duchess' knee, while plates and dishes 
crashed around it — once more the shriek of the 
Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard's slate- 
pencil, and the choking of the suppressed guinea- 
pigs, filled the air, mixed up with the distant 
sob of the miserable Mock Turtle. 

So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half 
believed herself in Wonderland, though she 
knew she had but to open them again and all 
would change to dull reality — the grass would 
be only rustling in the wind, and the pool rip- 
pling to the waving of the reeds — the rattling 
teacups would change to tinkling sheep-bells, 
and the Queen's shrill cries to the voice of the 


Bhepherd boy — and the sneeze of the baby, the 
shriek of the Gryphon, and all the other queer 
noises, would change (she knew) to the con- 
fused clamor of the busy farm-yard — while the 
lowing of the cattle in the distance would take 
the place of the Mock Turtle's heavy sobs. 

Lastly, she pictui-ed to herself how this same 
little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be 
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loving heart of her childhood: and how she 
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strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of 
Wonderland of long-ago: and how she would 
feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a 
pleasure in all their simple jo^^s, remembering 
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